#Jobe Bellingham

[insidekatmind]

Fever-Jobe Bellingham

The fever had hit you again, and you knew that whenever it did, you became incredibly clingy. It wasn’t really your fault, but the warmth that wrapped around you like a heavy blanket always seemed to turn you into an ultra-cuddly version of yourself.

Lying on the couch with a blanket draped over you, you glanced at the clock. Jobe would be finishing training soon, and you couldn’t wait for him to get home.

It wasn’t long before you heard the sound of the front door opening.

“Babe? I’m home!” Jobe’s warm, familiar voice called out.

“Jobe…” you whined, trying to sound as miserable (and adorable) as possible.

In an instant, he was by your side, leaning down to take a closer look at you. “Love, you’ve got such a bad fever,” he said, pressing his cool hand against your overheated forehead.

“I know,” you murmured with a pout. “I need you.”

An amused smile tugged at his lips as he sat down next to you, gently pulling you into his arms. “Need me? And what exactly am I supposed to do?”

“Hug me. Cuddle me. Stay here forever,” you replied dramatically, clinging to him as if your life depended on it.

Jobe chuckled, shaking his head, but held you tight, resting his chin on top of your head. “Alright, Miss Clingy. I’m all yours today.”

A satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you snuggled closer into his embrace. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“And you’re adorable even when you’re sick,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now rest up. I’m not going anywhere.” You sigh happily and cling to him tighter, burying your head in his chest.

Jobe chuckled softly as you clung to him like a koala, burying your head in his chest. He ran a hand over your back, feeling the heat of your fever through your clothes."You're quite the little clingy one when you're sick, aren’t you?" he teased, his voice tender.

You mumbled unintelligible words into his chest as you tried to hold yourself tighter and tighter to him. Jobe chuckled again, enjoying your clinginess more than he would ever admit. He noticed how you were trying to press yourself impossibly closer to him, and he couldn’t help but find the whole situation endearing."Love, I’m not going anywhere, you know," he reassured you, his hand continuing to stroke your back. "You don’t have to cling to me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear"

You look up without moving away from him and look at him with your puppy eyes. “I know, but I need to feel you close to me,” you murmur softly.

Jobe's expression softened as you looked up at him with your puppy eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. He knew that when you were sick, you had a tendency to get a little bit more clingy, and he found it adorable."And you will," he reassured you, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, and I'll stay close to you as long as you want."He shifted his position a little, maneuvering you so that you were sitting on his lap, your body comfortably pressed against his.

You sigh in happiness and cling to him humming happily to sit astride him and caress his neck with your nose. Jobe chuckled softly, enjoying the feeling of having you so close. He could feel your breath on his neck as you nuzzled his skin with your nose.

"You’re being extra affectionate today," he commented, running his hands up and down your back. "Not that I'm complaining."He tilted his head up, exposing more of his neck to you, a silent invitation for you to continue your sweet, albeit clingy, display of affection.

You took his silent invitation and continued your affectionate nuzzling, your nose gently tracing his neck and jawline. You could feel his fingers softly caressing your back, creating a delightful shiver of contentment that ran through your body.

Jobe's voice broke the comfortable silence between you, his words carrying a hint of amusement. "You’re like a tiny, adorable koala, you know that?"You couldn't help but giggle, the comparison tugging at your heartstrings. You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your eyes sparkling with affection.

"Maybe I am," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "But you like it when I cling to you like this, don’t you?"His hands rested on your hips, his fingers gently tracing circles on your sides. "Oh, I definitely do," he admitted, a soft smile gracing his lips. "It's like having my own personal clingy teddy bear."

You smile and kiss all over his face. “I love you Jobe” you say lovingly as you continue to kiss his face and lips. Jobe's heart swelled with love as you showered his face with kisses, each one leaving a trail of affection. "I love you too," he murmured against your lips, returning your kisses with equal fervor.

He pulled you closer, his arms holding you tight as he enjoyed the sensation of your lips on his skin. "You really are the best thing that’s ever happened to me," he said, nuzzling his face against yours.

"And it’s moments like this, when you’re all clingy and cute, that make me fall for you even more," he continued, caressing your cheek tenderly. Jobe captured your lips in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss, savoring the taste and feel of your closeness. "I wouldn’t mind if you were like this more often," he teased, pressing his forehead against yours.

You chuckled, feeling a flutter in your chest at his words. "Oh, believe me, I could be this clingy all the time if I wanted to," you replied, a sly grin on your face.Jobe raised an eyebrow, amused by your statement. "Is that so? Sounds like I’m in for a lifetime of koala cuddles then."

You giggled at his words, nodding your head in agreement. "Absolutely," you replied. "You’re stuck with me now, and you better get used to all the hugs and cuddles. I’ll be like your personal, walking, talking heater and cuddler. You’ll never be cold or lonely again."

Jobe chuckled, mock shuddering as if the thought of being constantly smothered with your affection was a burden. "Oh, the horror," he said sarcastically, his eyes filled with affection. "Whatever shall I do, being stuck with a cute, clingy koala forever?"

You poked his chest playfully, a mock glare on your face. "Don't you dare act like you don’t love it," you accused, poking him again.

Jobe caught your hands, holding them captive against his chest. He brought them up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "You’re right, I do love it," he admitted, a smirk on his face. "And I love you, my clingy little koala."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, a warm flutter spreading through your chest. You leaned into him, nuzzling your face against his neck again.

"You’re stuck with me forever, you know," you said, your voice muffled against his skin. "You don’t have a choice. I’m never letting you go."Jobe wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he chuckled at your possessiveness. "Good," he replied, his voice filled with contentment. "Because I don’t ever want to be let go. I’m yours, heart and soul."

A soft smile spread across your lips as you tilted your head to meet his gaze, his warm brown eyes holding yours with so much love it almost took your breath away.

“Promise?” you whispered, your voice barely audible, a hint of vulnerability slipping through.

Jobe leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours. “Promise,” he murmured. “Forever and always.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your own, a quiet reassurance that you were right where you belonged. Wrapped in his arms, the world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of love and warmth.

No fever, no distance, no time could ever change that: you were his, and he was yours. Always.

[judesbway]

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Credit:itsjudesworld

[lateatnewyork]

SO...WHO'S THE WAG? 001

pairing: oscar piastri x bellingham!reader

summary: jude's older sister soft launches a guy, who he has no idea about

extra information: reader is a supermodel, shes 23, and shes super famous

fc: tyla

ynbellingham

liked by landonorris, sza and 609,284 others middle picture is me when mclaren invited me to the las vegas gp view comments

judebellingham wow i see how it is ➥ ynbellingham ur such a cutie jude ➥ user09 LMAO I LOVE YN jobebellingham when were u gonna give me that pic of jude ➥ ynbellingham um lets see... never? averageynlover bro idk if i wanna be yn or be with yn user05 SHES SO PRETTY LIKE I JS STARE AT THE SCREEN WHEN I SEE HER ➥ oscarpiastri real this comment is now deleted gigihadid pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham all youu kendalljenner come for dinner ➥ ynbellingham gimme a time and place bukayosaka thank you for your services with the jude photo ➥ ynbellingham 🫡 ➥ judebellingham BRO ynsno1fan the good genes literally run in the family

thetonightshow

liked by oscarpiastri, ynbellingham and 932,628 others YN Bellingham on the Tonight Show, she opens up about her longtime partner, her music career and who she's currently brand ambassador for! Check out the amazing and multitalented 23 year old exclusively on youtube! ynbellingham view comments

user09 SHES BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR 2 YEARS ynschild WE HAVE A FATHER??? bellinghamsfan chat what is going on ynismother ok but her looks 😍 user58 the bellingham genes are too strong for us to rival 😞🙏 averageynlover EVERYONE FOCUSED ON HER BF BUT SHES LITERALLY RELEASING AN ALBUM ➥ user04 MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, jobebellingham and 1,893,482 others surprise!!! my debut album 'racing' is coming out on december 8th! andddd im going on tour next year on 14th march, tickets will go up on january 1st, ily guys 🫶 view comments

sabrinacarpenter i cant believe im singing with u🧎‍♀️ judebellingham im so proud of you ynn jobebellingham so proud to be your younger brother ynn oliviarodrigo IM SO EXCITEDDDD conangray december 8 come fasterrr sza you lowkey ate with those tracks gigihadid so proud of you 💗 kendalljenner cant wait ! krisjenner 😍 khloekardashian yay! imaanhammam catch me blasting it in the car anokyai blessing us with this alexanderasaintmleux im so happy lilymhe private show plssss mclaren playing this everywhere when it comes out user09 MOTHER averageynlover IF I DONT GET TICKETS rbrmylove CLAIMING 143 (i want you)

oscarpiastri

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user09 YOUR HONOR HES DOWN BAD ➥ rbrmylove HE CALLED HER ETHEREAL landonorris ok caption kinda cute ➥ landonorris but i thought i was ur only man???? ➥ landonorris r u cheating on me ➥ danielricciardo r YOU cheating on me???? ➥ landonorris oh maxverstappen 👍 ➥ user45 max ur so dry 😭 alexanderasaintmleux TELL HER TO COME BY SOON ➥ oscarpiastri she said yes 😊 alexalbon oscar has rizz confirmed?? ➥ oscarpiastri im surprised lily hasn't left u ➥ lilymhe me too tbh ➥ alexalbon WHAT op81loml IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS ➥ user49 wait who??? ➥ op81loml THE yn bellingham

ynbellingham

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ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, judebellingham and 992,481 others thank you username on twitter for figuring it out view comments

judebellingham ew ➥ ynbellingham im telling mum ➥ judebellingham STOP jobebellingham 🤮 ➥ ynbellingham me when i see you landonorris stop being cute on main ➥ ynbellingham stop being annoying sabrinacarpenter no way a guy who goes vroom vroom in circles stole u from me ➥ ynbellingham barrykeoghan stole u first ➥ oscarpiastri my career is more than driving in circles ➥ barrykeoghan what did i do 😭 oliverbearman welcome to the family ➥ charlesleclerc hi daughter in law ➥ alexanderasaintmleux UR MY DAUGHTERRRR ➥ ynbellingham literally dating oscar for alex and leo ➥ oscarpiastri i see how it is lilymhe what if we do a double date except its u and me and them ➥ ynbellingham YESSS ➥ alexalbon what. ➥ oscarpiastri ^ gigihadid cuties kendalljenner adorable anokyai i love the both of u

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, nicolepiastri and 402,492 others she wrote an album for me you didnt view comments

user09 CONFIRMATION THAT ITS ABOUT HIM mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡 ➥ landonorris what happened to me and oscar ➥ mclaren 😶‍🌫️ f1wagsofficial cutest grid couple oliverbearman hes down bad ➥ oscarpiastri loud and proud liked by ynbellingham and 2089 others arthurleclerc invite her to family dinners now alexanderasaintmleux my daughter in law is so pretty ➥ ynbellingham aw ily alex alexalbon ok hes actually happy so i cant be mean ➥ alexalbon im also scared of yn ➥ ynbellingham good. jobebellingham pls tell me you have bad photos of her ➥ oscarpiastri i do (how much you willing to pay) ➥ jobebellingham thats great (200 bucks) ➥ ynbellingham OSCAR judebellingham couldve lived without seeing the 2nd pic ➥ ynbellingham couldve lived without seeing ur shirtless skims ad ➥ rbrmylove LMAO

a/n thank you for putting up with my mood swings in posting ly guys

[dorabellingham]

Big boy

wanings: none

characters: jobe x reader

summary: when your boyfriend's job is to keep you warm during the winter

may contain spelling and translation errors!

birmingham, england — december 30

It was one of those cold winter nights, where the icy wind seemed to cut through your skin even through layers of clothing. You were wrapped in a blanket, looking out the window as the streets of Birmingham were covered in a thin layer of snow. Winter there always took you by surprise, being much colder than what you were used to. You sighed, even more so when the wind howled loudly outside.

The sound of the door opening made you look back. Jobe walked in, taking up almost the entire door frame with his tall, broad body. He was 6'4", and with his strong arms, he was the kind of guy who didn't go unnoticed. That big boy, as SZA sang, was the exact definition of what a girl needed in the winter.

—Damn, it's so cold out there.

He commented, closing the door and shaking out his coat. A slight smile appeared on his lips, even as he rubbed his hands together to warm himself.

—You should wear more clothes, babe. —You said, still wrapped in the blanket. —I’m freezing just looking at you.

The youngest Bellingham smiled, that warm smile that always warmed your heart, even on the coldest nights. He took off his heavy coat and threw it on the couch, revealing his strong arms covered only by a short-sleeved t-shirt. He was the typical guy who wasn’t intimidated by the cold. While you shivered at the thought of going outside, Jobe acted as if the sub-zero temperature was just a cool spring breeze.

—Who needs a coat when you have arms like that?

He joked, flexing his muscles and winking at his girlfriend.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. There was something so comforting and safe about his presence, especially on cold winter nights.

—Come here, big boy, warm me up.

Jobe didn’t need any further invitation. He walked over to you, sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you onto his lap with ease. Your legs dangled in the air for a second before finding a comfortable spot. He wrapped his arms around you, and you immediately felt his warmth envelop you.

—What would you do without me this winter, huh?

He asked, his voice low and husky, but full of amusement.

—I’d freeze, for sure! —You replied, snuggling even closer. The feeling of his strong arms around you was enough to drive away any chill. —You’re like a human heater.

—You know there’s nothing better than a great guy to keep you warm.

He said, chuckling to himself.

You couldn’t deny it. Being in Jobe’s arms during the winter was like finding the perfect refuge in the midst of the icy chaos. You were warm, safe, and the soft scent of his perfume enveloped you. You were silent for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being together.

—And not only that... —Jobe continued, as if reading your thoughts. —I’m also the guy who brings all your groceries in one trip. I bet you can’t do it alone.

You laughed, remembering all the times he had actually done that. It didn’t matter how many bags there were —Jobe always managed to bring them all in at once, balancing the groceries with ease as you followed him, almost in disbelief. It was impressive, to say the least.

—You really are useful for this! —You agreed, laughing. —I’ve never had to make more than one trip from the garage to the apartment again.

Jobe kissed the top of your head, still with that smile of someone who knew he was winning the debate.

—See? I’m the whole package. A true gentleman.

You just nodded, but you knew he was right. There was something special about being with someone like him—not just because of his physical appearance, but because of his presence, the sense of security and comfort he brought. Even in the midst of the most intense cold, Jobe was like a shield against it all.

The wind outside began to pick up, and the snow was now falling in thick flakes, covering the city streets. You looked out the window and mentally thanked yourself for being inside your house, in your boyfriend's arms. There was no place in the world you'd rather be right now.

—Are you hungry?

He asked after a while.

—A little...

You admitted, not wanting to move.

—I’ll make us something.

Jobe said, standing up with you still in his arms. He carried you to the kitchen with ease, while you laughed and protested that he didn’t have to do everything alone.

—I can walk, you know?

You said, laughing as he placed you on the kitchen counter.

—I know, but I like carrying you! —He replied, winking at you before starting to look for something to do. —Besides, who’s the big boy here?

You just watched as he started stirring the pots, feeling lucky to have him by your side. The winter might be relentless outside, but inside, with Jobe, you knew you would always be warm —both in body and in heart.

—Now —Jobe began, as he put the water to boil. —What do you want for dinner? I can make anything.

You watched him for a moment, biting your lower lip, as if you were considering it. Then, with a mischievous smile, you said:

—Anything that will keep me warm... but, more importantly, I want you.

Jobe stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a look that said here we go.

—I’m already enough to keep you warm, honey. —He said, walking over to you and planting a quick kiss on your forehead. —But, okay, I’ll make dinner special too.

And on that cold winter night, as the snow fell outside, you knew you wouldn’t need anything else but Jobe and his warmth to get through the cold.

[lovemomhatepolice]

jude bellingham nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

navigation taglist requests

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Oh, Jude is very adhesive after sex. He likes to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. He places gentle kisses on your head, shoulders and arms, in fact wherever he can. He always talks to you for a long time, whether everything was okay, how you feel, if you need anything…. Well, Jude is a great guy

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jude is well aware that he is damn handsome. And not since he started being famous, oh no, Jude was already aware of that before. However, what he likes most about himself is his face, I think. He really likes the fact that he is similar with his family, which is so important to him, and he likes his looks. He is very fond of his dark brown eyes and his lips, which, according to him, have the perfect shape (to kiss you!!). As far as you are concerned, I think Jude is definitely an ass man. Of course, he loves your breasts, but your ass is definitely something Jude always looks past when he sees you. He loves to squeeze it, kiss it, everything, really. He always has his hands on her when you're somewhere together, and he's not ashamed to show it. Unfortunately, on the contrary, sometimes you have to correct him so he doesn't get caught up. And besides, he loves your whole face. He thinks everything matches perfectly - your nose size, eye color and lip shape, ay, this boy is drowning.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Jude Bellingham looks like a total creampie fan. I think he repeatedly stopped his seed at your entrance to watch it mix with your juices and slowly leave your body. But I also think he's too delicate to let his cum linger on your face, which is why he's not a fan of it. Even if you asked, there's no chance he'll let himself cum in your face

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) I think he likes it when you take the initiative. He often does a lot on his own, but the sight of you having fun with him in a way that no one else has ever done before, god. Jude is already on his knees and begging for more

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Nah, Jude is not very experienced. Well, after all, he's only 21 years old and hasn't scored any major ones on his relationship record. Therefore, everything you experience together is quite new to him. It was with you that he lost his virginity and began to discover what he likes and what he doesn't quite like But nevertheless he is a fast learner, he has become so skilled that if you met him for the first time, you would not be able to say that he is a fresher in these matters

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Jude likes to have you on top. Really, that's why the cowgirl position is just right for him. He likes you to take the initiative, however, alone from below he can also do a lot, especially since compared to him, you are in his hands like a feather. Another option is standing up - as I mentioned before, Jude is a fan of sex in the shower, so the standing option had to be practiced to perfection to make both of you comfortable and perfect

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) It depends on the moment. Jude is hardly a person who is against any jokes in bed or giggles, on the contrary, it even happens to him often. However, when your sex is heavily geared towards romance and the heat rising around your bodies, he rather tries to be serious and committed to the situation

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I think Jude is not completely shaved, but it is trimmed so that it is neat and not too much. He has dark curly hair, so I'm betting he has that all over his body too, so it might be hard to eliminate it. As for you, I think similarly. Either completely shaved or trimmed so that everything is neat and not too much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Bellingham can be truly romantic. He may not look like it, but he loves to plan your entire evening. First take you out for an expensive dinner with wine, then prepare you a joint bath with petals of your favorite flowers, followed by the intense sex you've both been waiting for all day. And then long conversations in bed and gentle touches...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) This often happens to him - mainly due to the fact that you often don't see each other through his constant trips to matches and life in other countries. He's not averse to pornographic movies, but since you've been together, he tends not to watch them. You prefer to connect together on the webcam and experience it from a distance, or he copes by simply thinking about the fact that you could be you next to him…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Honestly, I can't find any sensible kink to match Jude. He does not seem to be a person who is drawn in any particular direction. Maybe a creampie? Hm, I think he could watch with fascination as your shared juices of fulfillment come out of you…. Oh, and combined it with breeding kink? Well, what? He's young, but he can definitely see you with a pregnant belly in your future home together in Madrid

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Shower. Jude Bellingham shouts shower. Or possibly a bathtub, but definitely something on the toilet. I honestly don't know why, but it's what I associate with so damn much. Sex after the game? In the toilet. Sex with romantic candles and rose petals? In the bathtub. Sex without any occasion? In the shower. Well, don't say no. Jude definitely looks like a man who loves to take a bath together with you, and the opportunity to get close is even better

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) After the match. I don't know why. It's just that after a match, Jude is always, and I mean always, somehow more horny, and that's when you turn him on the most. Whether it's won or lost, Jude just needs to have his girlfriend in his arms after it Or the other option that turns him on is you in mini dresses. Well begging, the boy is already on his knees in front of you (or rather, behind you too)

A/N: next part will be here soon! i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[judesbelligoal]

JAHAHAJAJ😭😭

[chanelsweetx]

hot make out sesh with jobe request ?

LET ME SHOW YOU, JOBE BELLINGHAM

The atmosphere was thick with tension as Jobe and Y/N found themselves alone in the quiet living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows on the walls. Jobe leaned against the wall, his eyes locked onto Y/N, who was fidgeting nervously with her fingers. They had been dancing around this moment for weeks, and the air between them was charged with unspoken desire.

“Y/N,” Jobe finally said, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence. "We can't keep pretending like this."

She looked up at him, her heart racing. "I know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The longing in her eyes matched the heat radiating from his body. "I want you, Jobe."

That simple confession sent a surge of need through him. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, closing the distance between them. Without another word, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long.

Y/N melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their bodies together. The kiss was urgent, filled with pent-up frustration and desire.

Jobe's hands slid to her waist, holding her tightly against him as they lost themselves in each other.

"God, I've wanted this," Jobe breathed against her lips, his breath warm and intoxicating. "I need you."

Y/N gasped, her heart racing at the rawness of his words. "I need you too," she replied, the honesty in her voice making Jobe's pulse quicken.

He deepened the kiss, their lips moving together in a desperate rhythm. Jobe's hands explored her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pressed her against the wall, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Y/N arched into him, feeling every inch of his body against hers, the heat between them intensifying with every kiss.

"Jobe," she murmured, pulling back just enough to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I've wanted you for so long."

"Then let me show you," he said, his voice thick with need.

[cherrynflowergarden]

bf!jude headcanons || jude bellingham

bf!jude who loves being your passenger princess.

bf!jude who takes you to monthly book dates.

bf!jude who buys each and every book you want.

bf!jude who loves when you read to him. he would lay his head on your head while you read to him.

bf!jude who is a sucker for playful banters. your relationship is filled with teasing and laughing.

bf!jude who wears your hair tie around his wrist all the time.

bf!jude who is naturally affectionate. he's not too big on pda but will always have an arm around you. he needs to be holding you all the time.

bf!jude who is obsessed with kissing you.

bf!jude who will kiss you anywhere and everywhere.

bf!jude who does silly tiktoks with you for the price of a kiss.

bf!jude who goes on walks with you.

bf!jude who loves seeing you in his clothes. he grumbles a bit when his favourite sweater is stolen by you but can't argue because you look so adorable in his clothing.

bf!jude who loves when you come to his training.

bf!jude who dedicates goals to you.

bf!jude who loves to agressively kiss your face.

bf!jude who pats your head.

bf!jude who is a drama queen. he will literally pout when things don't go his way.

bf!jude although can't drive but will still go up to you to pull your door open.

bf!jude who definitely uses his football height and strength when you're being stubborn. he would manhandle you everytime you behave like a brat.

bf!jude who genuinely thinks he's gonna marry you.

[bellinghamilton]

jobe: “maybe if jude learned how to cook and drive then mum could come back and live with me but no yeah–he's useless so i'll have to make do won't i.”

[pedriache]

Could you write something for jobe. Maybe you guys gets into a fight and you’re surrounded by his family all day. They seem to notice the tension but doesn’t say anything but at some point or after a comment from him you break down and leave to be alone in your room. Leaving everyone shocked and surprised by the situation since you guys are very private. Maybe it could be during Christmas or a holiday?! Anyways if you want to. Thanks !

Never is a promise — Jobe Bellingham.

Pairing: Jobe Bellingham x Gn!Reader

Summary: After an argument and some back handed comments during a Christmas dinner, you’re left humiliated and upset, and you realize never was a promise Jobe apparently couldn’t keep.

Word count: 830

Disclaimer/s: arguing, yelling, & angst, ends happishly!

A/N: tbh idk where i was going with this

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice low enough as to not disturb his family that was in the next room.

Jobe lets out a low groan. “Yes, it is!” You’d been arguing for the past ten minutes all because you didn’t mention a job promotion to him before your family.

“Listen, Jobe. Seriously, it’s not a big thing! All it gives me is a higher income, other than that it’s not a big deal! Let it go.” You rub your temples, “can we please just go back to the table? This is embarrassing.”

The boy rolls his eyes, pushing his body away from the counter. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He speaks through clenched teeth, glancing to the kitchen door before striding his way through it.

You follow after him, forcing a smile onto your lips as you take your seat beside your boyfriend. Tension flows throughout the dining room, everyone was on edge. It wasn’t like Jobe’s argument with you was subtle. It had started at the table before you had excused the both of you into the kitchen.

“So! How do you like the food?” Denise asks, a wavering smile on her face as she looks in your direction.

You mirror her expression, fork playing with the food on your plate. “Good! Thank you.” You nod, taking a bite although you had no appetite whatsoever.

Silence again. Deafening silence.

“So this promotion—“ Your lips clamp shut, eyes darting to your boyfriend. His jaw clenches tightly, a laugh of disbelief escaping his lips. You loved the woman, but she did not read context clues well.

“Yeah, tell them all about it.” He says sarcastically, eyes finding yours in a heat of annoyance.

That was your final straw. Your eyes flutter to the ceiling, blinking a few times to calm yourself. You slowly stand up, “I need to go take a breather!”

The second you left, making haste to your bedroom, Jobe’s parents, and Jude, look his way with disappointment evident in their faces. “Mate…” Jude sighs, “come on. It’s Christmas.”

Jobe takes a quick glance to the Christmas tree a few feet away, lips pursing tightly. “Stay out of this, Jude.” He was more annoyed at the fact that this was all happening in front of his family, than the original reason you were even fighting over.

Meanwhile, you were sat on your bed, hands rubbing your thighs as you took even breaths. You knew you should’ve told him. But in your head, the promotion wasn’t a big deal. It was small and nearing meaningless, but apparently not to Jobe.

He’d never gotten mad at you. He’d been upset sure, but mad? That was a reaction you had not expected. At the beginning of your relationship, a whole year and a half prior, he’d promised he would never hurt you, never raise his voice. And he hadn’t. Until now. ‘Never’ is a big promise, and you knew you shouldn’t have held it to such a standard.

The soft click of the door opening and shutting had your head snapping up, “What’re you doing?” Your eyes narrow slightly.

Jobe leans against the doorframe, chewing on his cheek. He lets out a long breath, hand running over his face. “Listen—“

“It’s fine.” You snap. You didn’t want to argue, just wanted it to go away. You wanted to enjoy the holiday, to pretend anything even happened.

Too busy staring at your hands, you only notice Jobe sat beside you when the bed dips and your body slips closer to his. Your thighs touch, but you are quick to scoot over. Your boyfriend sighs at the movement.

“I’m sorry, okay? I just wish you told me these things! They’re important to me, and you never tell me things anymore. I mean, it’s not just the promotion.” He clears his throat, “I don’t want to argue with you. I don’t want to fight and ruin the holidays.”

You look back to Jobe, “right. Okay.” No apology from you, which Jobe’s jaw ticks at, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So, we can go back? Talk about this later?” He suggests, playing with the strings of his hoodie. He doesn’t make a move to stand up, though.

Standing up off the bed, you nod. “Yeah, sure.” You begin to walk away, but you’re stopped when Jobe’s hand wraps loosely around your arm, pulling you back into him. His arms securing around your torso, keeping your back flush to him.

Held in his arms, Jobe’s head rests on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss there. “I’m sorry I got upset.” He murmurs, giving you a quick squeeze, which you reciprocate reluctantly. Your hands resting on his arms.

“I know.” You huff, “i’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the promotion.”

Jobe hums into your neck, using his index fingers to turn your chin in his direction. He gives you a dimple showing smile. “I love you, always. Even when I am upset.”

Now you were a little less angry with the whole situation, those few small words meaning more than a petty argument. “I love you too, idiot.” You add, giving him a playful scowl.

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[kyliansupremacy]

this is so funny. not jobe outing his brother as a BUM 😭

[insidekatmind]

Videogames- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, teasing

You are sitting comfortably on the sofa of Bellingham’s house, legs crossed and a light blanket covering your knees. The gaze fixed on the figure of Jobe, who is in the center of the living room, the tense posture and the glued look at the TV screen. He’s playing FIFA with almost maniacal intensity, hands holding the controller tightly, fingers moving quickly on the keys.

"No way! Come on!" he slams, throwing his head backwards and then tilting it forward in frustration. He passes his hand through his curly hair, pulling it slightly, breathing heavily. His opponent has just scored, taking the lead.

Smile between yourself, putting your chin on your hand and watching carefully. There is something magnetic about the way he moves, his restless gestures. The muscles in his arms strain every time he moves, and that severe line of eyebrows gives you a slight shiver down your back. "How beautiful you are when you get angry," you think, but you just keep silent so as not to distract him.

"Come on, this is pure scripting!" he exclaims, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Look, they make me pass the ball as if it were of butter! But what is it?!" He turns for a moment towards you, as if he was seeking understanding. "You see it? You see it, don’t you?" he asks, pointing to the screen.

Hold a laugh and raise your hands in surrender. "I see it, I see it, love. But maybe it’s just you who is playing badly?" Provoke him with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, so you’re also a coach now, huh?" he replies in an ironic tone, throwing yourself a look of defiance. Her dark eyes sparkle with competitiveness. "Come here, take the controller and let’s see how good you are".

"No, no, thank you. I’m fine watching you here," you say amused, holding yourself in the blanket. "You’re much more interesting to watch when you get nervous like that".

You get a laugh and he throws you a threatening look, but the smile that is drawn on his lips betrays him.

"Ah, you like to see me suffer, huh?" he says with a half smile, returning to focus on the game. His eyes tighten and his jaw contracts. The vein on his temple is slightly visible, and you bite your lower lip without even noticing. You find him incredibly charming like that, with that look of a boy who doesn’t accept defeat.

"It’s not suffering, it’s passion", replicates with theatrical tone, spreading the arms as if you were describing a work of art. "And passion is very good on you, Jobe."

"Stop..." mumbles, but his ears are slightly red. He doesn’t need to look at you to know that you’re smiling with that smug air. "If I keep losing it’s your fault," he adds in an accusatory tone.

"My fault?" you raise your eyebrows with fake indignation. "I’m sitting here quietly enjoying the show." Make a theatrical gesture towards him. "You’re the one who lets my beauty distract you".

"Ah, so you are also modest, as well as a coach, actress and professional observer," he replies with sarcasm. "This house is too small for your ego, you know?"

"And for yours, mister "It’s never my fault?"" you reply quickly, crossing your arms with an air of defiance.

He glances at you, the corners of his lips slightly lift. "Okay, that was good..." he admits, chuckling. "But seriously, I swear the game hates me today."

"Or maybe you just have to accept that you’re not always the best?" you challenge him, tilting your head to one side with a sweet but provocative smile.

He turns slowly towards you, controller down, dark eyes staring at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat faster. "My girl, watch your language," she says with a dangerous calm, but the shadow of a smile plays on her lips.

"Oh, what a fear..." you reply, looking at him with an air of defiance. "What are you doing, you’re punishing me?" He presses, raising an eyebrow.

Jobe squints, and for a moment, with the controller still in his hand. He approaches slowly, like a predator who has just spotted his prey. You remain still, but your breath becomes slower, deeper. The tension between you is palpable, like a tense rope ready to break.

"I could do it, you know?" he says in a low and deep voice, his face a few inches from yours. "And you wouldn’t even have the courage to stop me."

You stare at him, the smile that does not leave you. "Then do it..." whispers, openly challenging.

For a moment, time stands still. His eyes go from your eyes to your lips, and you feel the heart beating wildly in your chest.

Jobe remains still for a moment, his breath calm but his body tense, as if he was deciding whether to follow that challenge, that tension that has accumulated between you. The eyes that stare at you no longer seem to be looking for an answer, but a reason to come closer. Then, without warning, he comes even closer, so that you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, his breath touching your face.

With a slow but steady movement, his hand finds your face, gently stroking it, while his gaze slides to your lips. Feel the heartbeat accelerate, tension become palpable, charged with desire and challenge. The atmosphere in the room seems to change, every external sound fades into a background noise that disappears, leaving only you two, immersed in that moment.

"I can’t stand it anymore," Jobe whispers, his voice warm and deep. With a determined movement, he lowers his head, and without further words, joins his lips to yours in an intense, stolen and urgent kiss. His lips move against yours with a sweetness that mixes with growing passion, as if every second that passes without kissing you has been too long.

Feel the beat of his heart accelerate as his hands move over your shoulders, holding you closer. Your body adapts to its own, and you find yourself responding with the same intensity, the desire growing more and more. His fingers caress your skin, and the heat you feel completely envelops you, negating any rational thought.

The kiss becomes deeper, more ardent, as if the world around you no longer exists. Every movement is natural, as if all you wanted was to be together in that moment, without thinking of anything else. When they finally come off, both of them slightly gasping, Jobe smiles with that smile that makes your heart beat fast.

"See?" he says with a mischievous smile. "I told you I would punish you."

You laugh, your breath still irregular, while your gaze becomes sweeter. "I think you’ve won, Jobe."

He hears those words, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips, grabs the PlayStation controller with one hand, but the movement is so fast and decisive that the device slips out of his hand and falls to the ground with a sharp noise. His attention is completely taken by you, and as soon as the controller is down, he comes back to you with determination.

"I don’t need this anymore," he mutters, pointing to the forgotten controller. Before you can say anything, he gently takes you in his arms with force, lifting you from the ground in a strong gesture, but with a sweetness that makes you smile.

You’re speechless for a moment, but the feeling of being in his arms is so familiar, so sure, that you find yourself cuddled in his embrace. Jobe easily takes you to the couch, never taking his eyes off you, and he makes you sit gently on him, making you feel the warmth of his body that envelops you.

You find yourself with your legs slightly spread apart, right above him, while his hands go up your back, stopping to hold you tighter. The air you breathe is filled with desire, and his eyes, which stare at you intensely, are full of passion and a hint of challenge.

Without saying a word, Jobe approaches again, and his lips find yours in an even more intense, urgent kiss. His hands move quickly to caress your hips, his body responding to your movement, while you lean against him, feeling every breath.

Every thought that he has seems to vanish, the game, the frustration, everything is forgotten while you too let yourself go completely to his embrace, to his kisses that never stop amaze you. His tongue explores yours with a sweetness that mixes with passion, and you find yourself responding, giving in completely to the moment.

The outside world no longer exists. In that small corner of the room, you and Jobe are completely immersed in each other, forgetting everything. The sound of the now interrupted game seems far away, while every breath, touch and kiss become more intense, more necessary.

The game no longer matters. Now, there is only Jobe and you, in your perfect little world, where everything is suspended in an instant that you do not want to finish.

Jobe, with his breath still irregular, let your lips for a moment, but his eyes do not come away from yours. Her gaze is full of desire, and a slight grimace of pleasure draws on her face as she slowly slips with her lips down your jaw. Feel its warm breath against your skin as it approaches your neck, and a shiver runs down your back.

His hands still hold you, one leaning against your back and the other gently caressing your side, while with his lips he slowly explores your neck, making you feel a warmth that envelops you. Each of his kisses is soft and slow, but full of passion, and you find yourself closing your eyes, completely abandoning yourself to the moment.

Feel the beat of his heart accelerate under your hands as it makes its way down your neck, his lips stopping just below your ear, gently touching it. The touch makes you tremble, and you can’t hold back a small sigh of pleasure.

"You’re incredible," Jobe mumbles against your skin, his voice low and veiled by desire. Her hands slide lower, stopping on your side, while her kiss continues, alternating slower and more decisive movements, as if she wants to explore every corner.

You let go completely, the head tilting to one side to offer more space, and the breath becoming deeper and deeper. The feeling of its skin against yours, its presence so strong, makes you forget everything around you. There is nothing else, nothing that can distract you now.

Jobe, still with that smile that betrays an uncontrollable desire to continue, he just moves away to look you in the eye. "I want you, you know?" Says with a tone so full of passion that makes your heart beat madly.

You stop for a moment, your breath a little tight, but the smile that escapes you is all you need. " I know," you whisper, your voice full of desire, "and I want you too."

Jobe, hearing those words, smiles with a smile that exudes satisfaction and desire. Her eyes get darker, more intense, and before you can add anything else, she catches you again with a kiss that is anything but soft. His lips open on yours with a force that makes you tremble, and immediately his hands move to grab you more firmly, holding you to himself.

His kiss is enveloping, deep, as if he wanted to take over every part of you. Feel the passion that grows between you, and without even thinking about it, your hands move towards his neck, gripping him as you let yourself go completely to its intensity. Your heart beats hard in your chest, and every sensation seems amplified, each touch more charged, each breath more intense.

Jobe does not stop, continuing to kiss you with the same urgency, while his body comes even closer to yours, making you feel every line, every muscle. His hand gently slides on your back, bringing you closer and closer to him, as if he wants to merge with you.

The atmosphere between you is so charged, so tense with desire, that the rest of the world seems to fade away. Every movement is like an unspoken promise, every kiss an exploration of what you both want. His breath is quick and deep, while his lips are only detached for a moment, to whisper in a hoarse voice: "Don’t stop telling me these things."

The smile he responds to is a mixture of sweetness and impatience. Then, without saying anything, he starts kissing you again, more deeply, more intensely, letting every feeling overwhelm you, making you lose control and everything.

While you were letting her kiss lull you started to squirt on his cock and he moaned in the kiss as she dropped her hands on your butt making you move more.

You kept moving on him feeling his hard dick dressed becoming more and more as you kept rubbing yourself and he started raising his hips rubbing himself as well as you kept kissing.

"So beautiful" Jobe whispered near your lips and you could only groan referring and kept moving more while he occasionally slapped your ass making you more needy.

"Jobe please" you prayed close to his lips while you could hear his little smile. "come baby girl I know you want to cum" Jobe whispered in a husky voice as he helped you rub more and more.

Hearing his husky voice that excites you even more you came making a wet stain on the pants of his suit and he smiled.

You kissed him again as you kept moving and wanting more, and he bit your lip making you moan. "strip for me love" he said and you immediately listened.

[judesbway]

Can someone mouth read?

Removed 🙋🏽‍♀️

[dorabellingham]

Bother you

warning: none

characters: jude x fem!reader x jobe

summary: when his younger brother keeps teasing you

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a warm summer afternoon in Birmingham, and the Bellingham house was full of life. The sound of hurried footsteps upstairs, doors opening and closing, laughter coming from the kitchen, and Jobe's deep voice echoing through the house as he tried to tease his brother.

You were in the living room, scrolling through your phone, waiting for Jude to finish getting ready. You were wearing a light denim skirt, a white top, and a dark jacket. Your hair was down and slightly wavy at the ends. You always took special care to dress up when you went out with Jude. Not that he demanded it, but because you liked to feel beautiful around him, and you knew he loved it when you dressed up. Your relationship, although still young, was already strong enough for you to feel safe. You understood each other in a unique way, even in the small provocations that arose between you.

Suddenly, Jobe appeared coming down the stairs with that mischievous smile of his always. He had a soccer ball in his hands, tossing it from one hand to the other. At 15, Jobe had already shown that he had the same passion for soccer as Jude. And, just like his older brother, he loved to play and tease. When he saw his sister-in-law on the couch, his eyes lit up with amusement.

—Hey, Y/n! —He shouted, throwing the ball up and catching it again. —Did you know that Jude takes longer to get ready than you do?

You laughed, shaking your head.

—I know. He’s been upstairs for an hour already.

You replied, crossing your legs and leaning forward, as if you were expecting more jokes.

Jobe came closer, sitting in the chair in front of you, his eyes bright and full of energy.

—He doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s because he’s trying to impress you, you know? —He continued, with a mischievous laugh. —He keeps picking out the right clothes, trying to fix his hair... and in the end, he just wears what he always wears!

—Don't tell him, but I think it's really cute.

You confessed, winking at the youngest.

—Of course you do! — Jobe joked, putting the ball on the floor and leaning back in the chair. —But you know... Jude has always been the type who wants to impress everyone. Only now, it's you who he wants to impress the most.

You smiled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. It was true that Jude always tried to look perfect when he was with you. Not that it was something exaggerated or that bothered you. In fact, it was adorable. You knew he wanted everything to be special between you two, and that made you feel even closer to him.

—What about you? —You asked, leaning towards Jobe. —Will you be the same when you have a girlfriend?

The youngest Bellingham rolled his eyes with an exaggerated grimace.

—Me? No! I'm much calmer than Jude. He's the one who's all proper. —He said, standing up and starting to dribble the ball around the room. —But seriously, Y/n, you need to be tough on him. If he takes much longer, you'll only be going out tomorrow!

You were about to answer when you heard Jude's footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked up and saw him coming down the steps with a focused expression. He was wearing dark jeans, a white t-shirt and a black jacket, and he ran his hand through his hair to make sure everything was in place.

—Finally, Jude! —Jobe teased, holding the ball under his arm. —Y/n was already thinking she was going to have to go out with me!

—Shut up, Jobe! — He replied with a smile, but there was a touch of nervousness in his voice. He looked at you, and his smile widened. —You look beautiful.

You stood up, approaching him and pulling him by the hand.

—You look very handsome too. Ready to go out?

He asked, trying to hide his laughter.

—I’m always ready when it’s with you. He said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

Before you could walk out the door, Jobe got in the way, holding the ball in front of his body as if it were a shield.

—Hey, wait a minute! —He exclaimed, laughing. —Jude, you’re not going to leave me here alone with mom, are you?

Jude sighed, shaking his head.

—Jobe, I’m just going to go out with Y/n. You can survive, man.

Jobe made a dramatic expression of pain, as if the idea of ​​staying home was the end of the world.

—But you’re always with your girlfriend! And I’m your brother, remember? —He protested, trying to keep a serious expression, but he couldn’t hide his smile. —Besides, you know I’m way more fun than you.

The older boy rolled his eyes.

—Oh, sure. How could I forget?

You laughed at the interaction between the brothers. You knew Jobe adored Jude, and the constant teasing was just his way of showing it. But you also knew that Jude was eager to spend some alone time with you.

—Jobe, you know you’re the fun of the family —You said, winking at him. —But I promise I’ll give you all the boring Jude back later.

Jobe laughed.

—Okay, okay. Just don’t forget I exist, okay?

He said, making room for the two of you to pass.

As you walked out, you could hear Jobe yelling behind you:

—And, man, try not to drool too much on Y/n, okay?

Jude shook his head, laughing, and you squeezed his hand as they walked away from the house.

—He really knows how to tease you.

You commented, glancing at your boyfriend.

—Jobe is a teasing machine, but he’s my brother. It’s part of the package...— Jude said, smiling at you. —Besides, I’m sorry I took so long, babe.

You stopped walking for a moment and turned to him, holding both of his hands.

—Jude, you always look good to me. You know that, right?

He looked at you with those sincere eyes that you loved so much. There was something vulnerable about him, a quality that made him real. He might be the most popular boy in school, the future big football star, but with you, he was always just Jude Victor. The boy who wanted to impress you, but who didn't have to try so hard because you already adored him just the way he was.

—I just want everything to be special for us, Y/n.

He said softly.

You smiled, feeling your heart melt a little more. You pulled him closer and gave him a soft kiss.

—It's already special, love. Just by being you.

[madridfangirl]

Drunken first goal celebrations

(Jude Bellingham one-shot)

Summary: Jude scores his first goal of the season, celebrates with his team and then with his girlfriend. Fluff & SMUT.

As the ball moved towards the net, past the goalie, the world stood still for Jude in those split seconds. 

The deafening noise of the Bernabeu faded in the background, as did the sounds of his team-mates calling out his name.

All he fixated on was the sight of that ball at the back of the net. Something that was a common occurrence for him last season yet was so hard to come by this year. 

It felt like his first goal all over again.

The overwhelming feeling was relief. The curse seemed to be broken. 

And then his teammates jumped on him and got him out of his reverie. 

Rest of the match was a dream. Madrid had won convincingly after a long long time. Hope was coming back to the fans and in the dressing room. All was not lost in the season, not yet.

Vini knew what that goal meant to Jude, as did the rest of the team. Special cuddles were awarded to Jude in the dressing room to celebrate his moment. Even though it was Vini’s hattrick, the team very much wanted it to be Jude’s moment. They knew how crucial it was for his confidence.

A special after party was arranged at Vini’s house. Filled with tequila and euphoria. Up next was international break so they had the luxury to let loose tonight. And let loose they did. The season had barely given them moments to celebrate and tonight felt like an inflection point of sorts. Jude wanted to soak in this moment.

In all honesty, Jude wanted to be somewhere else right now. With her. In her arms, as she spoilt him rotten. But Ananya had insisted he celebrated with the team first. That she would be waiting for him once he’s done. That this team bonding was important. 

And, as always, she was right. His wise girlfriend always knew the right thing to do.

An hour into the party (or maybe 2 hours, he couldn’t tell anymore), Jude decided he was done being away from her. He called his trusted chauffeur to take him to his happy place. Agnes knew exactly where that was, and helped him walk up the stairs so he doesn’t cause much ruckus and draws attention to himself. The man knew how that would get his boss in trouble with his girlfriend. Jude kept patting the cheeks of the poor man, while Agnes rang the doorbell and waited to hand him over safely (& quickly).

Roma answered the door, and Jude pulled her into a bear hug, almost toppling her backwards. Agnes managed to shut the door behind them and bolted away quickly. 

‘Romaaaaaa - what a funny name.’

‘Hello to you too, Jude.’

‘Sounds like Rome but also like mommmaaa???’ 

Roma struggled to break out of his hold as Jude swayed her from side to side.

‘If you hadn’t been instrumental in my team’s win tonight, I would have punched you for that.’

‘Punched me? With those baby hands? Haha so funny.’

‘ANANYA - come get your boy toy before I smack his pretty face.’

‘Aww you think I’m pretty?’

‘I think you need to let go of me RIGHT NOW. You’re stinking for crying out loud.’

Jude just tightened the hug. Roma was preparing to kick him when Ananya heard the commotion outside and stepped out of her room. In her night robe.

Jude’s grip loosened, and Roma managed to pull away from him, muttering under her breath as to how she needed a shower to get the stink off.

He pouted at the accusation, and walked into his girlfriend’s waiting arms.

‘Am I really stinking?’

He was. She wondered if he had remembered to take a shower at all amidst all the post-match madness.

‘Smells like you.’

His face split into a wide grin.

‘And you like it, yeah?’

‘I like everything about you.’

One could practically count all his 32 teeth with the way he was grinning.

‘You’re so cute. My doll is so cute.’

He sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek lovingly, as he buried his face in her chest. Clinging to her. Smelling her hair. Feeling the warmth of her soft body. The giddiness hitting him in loads. 

‘Had fun at the party?’

He nodded enthusiastically. It had been forever since she had seen that kind of joy in his eyes. She kissed his cheek again but he turned around to catch her lips with his, giggling into the kiss. The sound making her heart leap with happiness.

‘I’m so proud of you baby.’

‘Been a while since I made you proud, yeah?’

The note of melancholy in his otherwise cheerful demeanour didn’t go unnoticed. 

‘That’s not true. Your game is more than just scoring goals. You know that, Jude.’

 He nodded again, just not as enthusiastically this time.

‘Heyy look at me. You make me proud every time you walk on to that field and give your all. Your drive and passion is what defines you, not your goals.’

‘Not everyone thinks that way. You’ve seen the memes.’

‘Yeah, well, now you’ve snatched even that joy from them. You’ve shut them up, like I knew you would. It was only a matter of time. I told you.’

‘How were you so sure?’

‘Coz you’re you. And you’re awesome.’

She held his face with both hands and connected their lips again for a comforting kiss. 

‘Naaa you’re just sweet on me.’

‘That too. But you’re still awesome.’

The way he looked at her just then, with that puppy face and big doe eyes, made her heart flutter.

‘Say what you’re thinking. Don’t hold back.’

‘How do you know I…’

She cocked her head to the side, and he knew it was a stupid question. The girl knew him inside out.

‘I was starting to think if they were right. If I was actually a…..a…..’

‘One season wonder?’

She finished his sentence for him. When he kept looking away, she held his face and brought him back to face her.

‘It’s natural to have vulnerabilities and bad thoughts. But they go away much faster if you address them, and not sit on them.’

‘Were you a psychic in another life?’

‘Naaa I just pay attention when it comes to you.’

This time Jude leaned forward and she met him halfway for the kiss, tasting tequila on his tongue as he slipped it in her mouth.

‘Ummm how much did you drink?’

‘Not enough. Drink with me?’

Without waiting for a response, he pulled out a half-filled bottle of tequila from his backpack, took a big sip, grabbed her face and poured it from his mouth into hers.

The deep sudden intimacy of his action sent shivers down her back. She could tell his mood was shifting and they needed to move away from the living room to the privacy of her room. 

Once inside, Jude shut the door with his foot and straightway moved to untie the knot of her robe, but she grabbed his hand mid-way.

He blinked at her in confusion, still wobbly on his feet, while she just batted her eyes at him. 

Ananya looked him up and down - he was a proper meal right now in that brown leather jacket. Eyes deeper & softer in this drunken state, face extra puppy yet extra sexy, lips extra pouty as he tried to fathom her moves.

‘Wanna guess what I’m wearing underneath?’

That got his attention. Loud & clear.

His eyes roamed her form, searching for clues. The robe was hugging her curves tightly so he could tell there weren’t many layers or thick layers underneath. But he could’t make out her tits clearly so there had to be something underneath. He closed his eyes briefly, to visualise her body, and immediately knew the answer.

‘Lingerie.’

Ananya smiled appreciatively, leaning against her desk while crossing her legs, bringing his attention to her half-bare thighs.

‘Correct. Wanted to reward my baby. But but, which one?’

She cocked her head to the side again, letting her hair drop over her shoulder, testing all of Jude’s restraint. 

How was he supposed to guess which one? He had bought many for her, and she had many of her own too.

‘Want a hint?’

‘Yes please.’

That came out far too desperately than what he originally intended.

Ananya lifted her robe a little from one leg, letting him have a peak of the light pink embellished fabric.

And Jude’s mouth hung open, drool coming out of it. He knew exactly which one it was - he had sent a pic to her once, wanting to buy it for her but she had said it was too slutty and barely covered any bits of her.

‘I…this the one I picked? During Euros?’

She smiled again and walked over to him, pressing his lips with her index finger. Jude had to remind himself to breathe.

‘Was saving it for a special occasion.’

‘Mmm-hmmmm.’

‘Are you up for it though?’

‘Huh?’

Jude couldn’t understand what had gotten into her or what language she was speaking tonight. It was burning him to the core though.

‘You know, with all the drinking, you think you can…’

That’s when it hit him. Hard. 

Playtime was over. It was time to show her who the boss was.

Jude took off his jacket and threw it to the side, her eyes following the fabric with longing.

He walked over to her, grabbed her robe, pulled it open & yanked it off of her.

The sight of her in that barely there lingerie nearly made him cum in his pants.

He shoved two fingers in her mouth, driving them all the way in, making her choke on them. Then, he traced her bare skin with the tip of his wet fingers, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Starting to feel weak in the knees, she held his biceps for support. But Jude flipped her around, one arm around her boobs and the other sneaking between her legs. While his mouth made merry on her neck & shoulders.

‘Ju-de.’

Ananya threw her head back in pleasure, as he attacked multiple sensitive spots together.

Jude flipped her around again, moving his mouth to her cleavage, making her mewl.

He knew what she liked. For all her strong independent woman stuff, in bed she liked to be the girl. Wanting him to dominate, to manhandle her. To tell her what to do. And he loved doing that.

‘Good thing tomorrow’s a Sunday, yeah? Doll’s gonna need the rest.’

With that final warning, Jude threw her over his shoulder and on to the bed. He grabbed her leg, pulled her forward, flipped her on her hands and knees and stood behind her, admiring the view.

Given his pressing need, he didn’t even bother to fully take off his clothes. But took great pleasure in doing away with her skimpy lingerie. Lining himself up quickly, he thrusted inside without much preparation, trusting her to be wet & hot for him. And she was. 

Lust & alcohol messed with his head, as did her sultry moans. He bent over her, one hand on her hips keeping them in place and the other spread across her belly possessively.

‘One day….I’m gonna put babies in here.’

She gasped loudly, going numb at his words, which only made him thrust harder till she screamed for him again.

‘You’ll take everything I give you, all of me. Like a good girl, yeah?’

The bed creaked violently under his rapid strokes.

‘SAY IT.’

‘Y-yes.’

He leaned down to bite her shoulder, as his hand mercilessly marauded her boobs & nipples, sliding back to her belly.

‘Even when this is big, I’d still have you like this. Any way I want. Till the very end.’

‘Jude please…’

‘Please what?’

‘I…I can’t…’

‘Yes you can. And you will.’

He had discovered another layer to his passion, which led to another layer of their pleasure. Her sweaty body soon went limp in his arms, and he followed shortly after.

As she rested on her back, sore & spent, Jude laid his head on her belly, kissing it lovingly, and his words rang in her mind. He looked up, locking eyes with her tired ones, a promise deep within them, and her hands fisted in the sheet, knowing he’ll do anything to follow through & to get what he wanted.

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A blurb, as promised :)

As always, your thoughts / comments are most welcome!

Characters from Star Crossed Lovers.

[judethswrld]

so jobe can drive and jude can’t 😭?? JUDE ARE U NOT EMBARRASSED?