#jude bellingham x reader

[cinnaleaf]

「 In Your DMs | One Shot 」

summary: you read jude’s DM on insta but never responded, thinking that was the end of it—until he spots you at the club & decides he’s not letting it slide

warnings: club setting, alcohol use, sexual tension, light themes of public attention/fame, language wc: ~4.9k 💌: i forgot who requested this but it’s here song inspo: BADGIRLERA x iBXRHM ft JAHKOY

The music in the club hit you first, followed by the strobe lights slicing through the dark, smell of spilled liquor, and bodies pressed together, pulsing against the beat. Your friend, Bri, pulled you through the mixed haze of vape clouds and smoke from a fog machine with a manic grin, way too eager for the night ahead.

“Our table is this way. Hurry up!”

You followed her lead, clacking your heels against the floor while your other friend, Tasha, trailed behind complaining about how she wasn’t standing all night in heels. The bouncers barely glanced at your crew when all of you strutted into the VIP section.

“Ooo okay, this is nice” Tasha slid into the booth, looking around to scope out the scene. Little did you know, Jude was also there, eyeing you from the minute you stepped in.

Bottles of tequila and vodka were already lined up on the table, untouched. You barely had time to sit down before a guy dripping in loud designer saw your table from across the section and started his approach. You clocked him too: probably mid 30s, big shiny watch, sleazy, and probably more interested in showing off his Amex Black Card than any real conversation.

“Your new sponsor is on his way” you whispered to Bri, smirking when she immediately started flipping her hair out of muscle memory. “Let’s hope he’s worth the pitch.”

“Ladies” he eyed the bottles on your table, smelling too strongly of oud cologne. “Looks like you could use a little more” You leaned back, tuning out while scrolling through your phone as he started the same routine you heard from so many other men: ‘I know the owner’, ‘Let me take care of that for you,’ yada yada. You let Bri and Tasha handle him – it wasn’t your vibe, and frankly, it wasn’t your problem. This wasn’t your first rodeo and guys like him always thought a heavy tab would buy them permanent attention. Not that you minded it; if burning through his card meant you didn’t have to touch your own, then so be it.

You tapped on the Instagram icon, scrolling through your profile, which was a mixture of travel pics, reels, highlights, and photo dumps until your thumb paused over a post from three weeks ago at a yacht party in Miami. Your skin glistened under the sun in a figure hugging bikini while you posed on the deck. Jude’s like stood out like a sore thumb. He liked plenty of your pictures before, but this one seemed to spur him on enough to like it within the first 5 minutes of you posting – with a DM following shortly after:

Been waiting for you to post again so I could slide in 👀 You’re beautiful. Let me know if you’re ever free?

Boo. Lame. Corny. Predictable. You rolled your eyes so hard when you saw the message, not even bothering to respond. You knew how this story went. A follow here with a few likes, a DM there, and before you knew it, you’d be getting ‘owwkayed’ on a gossip page that had way too much time on their hands. The thought of it made you want to gag, so you left the message unread but not unseen.

Tasha nudged your arm, pulling you out of your Insta scroll. “Oh my god, is that Jude Bellingham?” Her voice pitched higher in a tone that meant she was about to embarrass you.

“Huh?” you muttered, not bothering to look up just yet.

“That’s Jude Bellingham” she hissed, jabbing her acrylic nails into your ribs. “Near the DJ booth!” You were surprised you didn’t notice him before. He was tall and hard to miss, one hand holding a drink while the other tapped to the beat against his thigh. “He just winked at someone,” Bri added, craning her neck. “Or at least, I think that was that a wink??”

Tasha shook her head in disbelief. “How is it possible for him to look even better in person?” You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes while staring at the untouched alcohol and assorted mixers in front of you. Jude wasn’t a stranger to you outside of your likes. You clocked his comments on your mutuals’ posts, and even been to a party or two where you were pretty sure he was lurking around. Then there was the DM you left in your inbox like the corny attempt it was.

“You’re embarrassing yourselves” you muttered, ignoring the way Bri kept looking at him from across the room.

“Embarrassed?? Girl, that’s a man worth embarrassing myself over.” Bri leaned forward, slowly sipping her drink while gawking at Jude, who was now eyeing your table. “I wouldn’t even be mad if I ended up on a gossip site for that one. What are they going to do?? Cry about it???” You froze for a minute to give her the side eye. That’s the exact reason you were trying to avoid types like him, no matter how good he looked in person. It was too much attention, too many assumptions, and definitely too much drama. You sipped your drink instead, the alcohol burning your throat enough to distract you from Bri’s yapping. 

Across the way, Jude was leaned back against the DJ booth with his eyes locked on your table. You were perched on the edge of your seat, phone in hand, while your friends kept stealing glances at him, giggling behind their drinks. Jude smirked, taking another sip. You hadn’t looked up a single time or even flinched in his direction. It didn’t surprise him – you hadn’t looked twice at his DM either. Even though he was one of the biggest names in football, you paid him no mind – unlike the girls always trying to latch onto him.

“Jude, babe, do you want another drink?” A voice rang out from a girl hovering way too close. He didn’t even know her name, nor did he care to learn it. She latched onto him earlier, trying to touch his arm every chance she got so she could throw herself into his space. He stepped aside, nodding politely while trying to keep his focus on you. 

“No. I’m good, thanks.” he spoke in a tone that discouraged any follow ups, which led to the girl pouting and standing next to him dumbfounded before finally taking the hint and walking off. When Jude’s attention went back to the VIP section, he caught sight of the guy hovering over your table. Jude thought he looked like a try hard who didn’t know how to cover a tab properly. His jaw tightened when he watched you tilt your phone a little while the guy gestured at your friends. He flagged down a passing bottle girl, making her stop in her tracks when she realized who he was.

“Hi!” she said, smiling flirtatiously. “What can I get for you?”

He leaned down slightly to meet her height, nodding toward your table. “See that table over there?”

“The table with the guy doing the most?”

“Yeah that one,” Jude smirked. “Can you send over some bottles to them? Dom, 1942, and whatever else is good. Add their tab to mine.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what do you want the bottle service sign to say?”

Jude shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “One of the girls over there never responded to my DM so make it clear I’m still interested. She knows who she is.”

The bottle girl laughed, eyeing the table again. “Got it. I can do that!”

You weren’t paying much attention to the guy loitering at the table now that Bri and Tasha had him preoccupied. The drinks were finally kicking in, so you stood up to stretch, swaying to the bass of the music playing over the sound system, but then the bottle girls rolled up with sparklers crackling in the dim lighting – illuminating a path while carrying over a bucket filled with bottles.

“Oh shiiiit” Tasha shouted while standing up. Bri took out her phone to record the whole thing, doing an over the top “Wait..who sent this?!” act in the camera like she hadn’t seen this done a dozen times before on your nights out. You weren’t questioning it either. Someone paid, so who were you to interrupt the flow of endless drinks? You grabbed a sparkler from one of the bottle girls, waving it in the air while your other hand cradled a bottle of 1942.

“Real fine bitch, she ain’t gotta edit out the Getty!” Bri screamed the lyrics of the song currently playing, turning her phone around to record you dancing with the bottle in your hand. You tipped your head back, drinking straight from the bottle while the music bumped around you. Just as you were handing the bottle to Tasha, her jaw dropped and she grabbed your arm. “Wait, look!” she yelled, pointing over at the bottle girls holding up the sign. You turned with the sparkler still fizzing in your hand, squinting at the light up board they were waving in the air. At first it didn’t make sense, but then the words clicked clear as day:

HE’S HIM! RESPOND TO HIS DM!

You froze while your friends jumped around excitedly, trying to piece together what was going on.

“So who is it?” Bri smacked your shoulder. “That’s for you, Y/N. I know that’s for you!”

Tasha grabbed your wrist. “Wait. Is it him? Is it– oh my god it’s him, isn’t it??”

You couldn’t even process what was happening, let alone have time to come up with a lie. The bottle girl pointed toward the DJ booth and your stomach dropped. Jude’s legs were stretched out lazily in the VIP dance section with his head tilted enough to let you know he was watching the whole thing. He gave you a confident, cocky smirk and raised his glass toward you like he already won you over, but you weren’t about to play along that easily.

“Y/N!” Bri shrieked, grabbing your other arm. “What the fuck, why didn’t you tell us he’s in your DMs?!”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your body felt hot and the tequila wasn’t helping. Instead, you grabbed the bottle of 1942 and took another long swig to drown out whatever was about to unfold tonight. “He’s nobody special. He’s just some footballer. I’m not impressed.”

“Liar.” Bri crossed her arms, grinning. “You’re lying, and it’s all over your face.”

You ignored her, but they were both going into full meltdown mode, squealing and swatting each other while pointing at Jude, who hadn’t stopped watching you. Eventually he got up, taking his time as he walked toward the VIP tables. “Stop looking” you hissed, grabbing Tasha’s phone before she could take a video. Neither one of them were listening as Jude walked closer.

“Not to freak you out” Tasha whispered, “but he’s coming over.”

You kept your head down, pretending to scroll through your phone to try and play it cool.  Jude stopped near your table, just long enough to make sure you noticed him out of the corner of your eye, even if you were pretending to pay him no mind. 

“Y/N” Bri whispered urgently. “He’s looking at you.”

You refused to look up and instead sipped your drink while he hung around in your peripheral vision. He laughed in a mocking way and eventually sat at a table nearby, perfectly angled so he could keep you in his line of sight the entire night no matter where you were in the club. You tapped your nails against your glass, irritated he was slowly getting under your skin. You weren’t about to sit there being ogled like a trophy when you could be on the dancefloor, having a good time while ignoring him.

“Can we dance?” you stood up abruptly, pulling your dress down with one quick motion.

Tasha groaned instantly and threw her head back against the booth ready to complain. “Ugh..Y/N my feet are already killing me. Can’t we just sit here and do a cute little club bounce to the beat instead?”

“No. I came here to dance, so let’s go!” you urged, swaying to the beat to tempt her onto the dancefloor. Meanwhile, Bri was still stuck on the DM you failed to mention. “Y/N! He’s been after you and you just ignored him??” She shot up from her seat, scandalized, pointing her finger between Jude’s table and you. “I saw his likes but he slid in your DMs and you said NOTHING?”

You gave her an annoyed look, rolling your eyes. “Can we stop talking about Jude? Would you want to deal with being associated with him? I don’t want to be a part of that circus.”

Bri checked Jude out over her shoulder, watching him laugh and talk with friends at his table. “Girl, yes! I would happily look like a clown for that. He could take me to his circus and I’d be front and center juggling his balls if it meant I could–”

“Okay, we’re done!” you cut her off, waving your hands around. “Are we dancing or not?”

“I already said no,” Tasha whined, sliding further in the booth. “I’m too cute to move and my ankles hurt. Go dance for both of us.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed Bri’s arm to walk over to the VIP section of the dancefloor behind the DJ booth. Bri was already swaying to the beat before you made it to the dancefloor, then she glanced back and turned toward you. “Y/N.. you know he’s still watching you, right?”

“Bri, please shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just saying! He’s been looking since we sat down. If you don’t want him..I’ll–”

“No, you absolutely will not” you cut her off, not allowing her to finish the sentence. When you reached the edge of the VIP dance area, you felt the heavy bass moving through your bones while lights strobed enough to make it hard to see beyond a few feet. You thought it would drown out Jude’s stares, but Bri made it her mission to give you play by play updates. Just as you were getting into the music and melting your hips into the beat, Bri spoke up for another update. She really couldn’t help it. “He’s still watching,” she sang in your ear.

“I don’t care” you continued dancing, not bothering to turn around to see what she was talking about. You didn’t need to confirm that Jude was extremely attracted to you. It was blatantly obvious the moment he positioned himself in a spot that gave him a front row seat to whatever you were doing. You could feel his eyes tracking the moves you made, but the longer you danced, the easier it was to forget about him – until the crowd shifted and suddenly he was there right next to you. Jude didn’t touch you, nor did he speak. He just stood there, drinking his drink like he wasn’t wreaking havoc on your girl’s night out.

“Are you lost?” you finally spoke up, tilting your head toward him without stopping your movements.

Jude grinned, nodding his head to the beat as he started inching closer to you. “Nah. Just enjoying the view.”

You glanced at him from above, brushing your hips lightly against him. “There are plenty of views here. Pick another one.”

“Why would I do that when I have the perfect one in front of me?”

“Corny” you quipped, still doing your best to not give him much at all. Jude stepped closer and dropped his voice enough that you had to lean in to hear him over the music. “You didn’t reply to my DM. Why?” You turned your face to him fully, laughing about him being so bothered by an unanswered instagram message of all things in the world. “You’re still on that, huh?”

“Hard not to be when you ignore me on purpose.”

You smiled and took a step back, but he answered your step back with a step forward of his own. “You’re really persistent Jude. I’ll give you that.”

“When I see something I want, yeah.” His gaze dropped and raked over your body. “And I want you.” You hated how much you reacted to that. You felt dizzy from the warmth of the alcohol swirling around in your stomach, combining with your butterflies. But you held your ground.

“Hmm..well..good luck with that” you turned around, pressing back into the crowd but Jude moved around to block your path.

“You’re not going to make this easy are you?”

“Jude, I’m not a jersey chaser. I’m sure you’re used to ‘easy’, but easy isn’t really my thing” you bantered back, which made him laugh in an irritatingly attractive way.

“I never said you were a jersey chaser. I do like a challenge though.”

The two of you were drawing more attention now. Clubgoers were looking and nudging each other while chatting, probably trying to figure out why Jude Bellingham was chasing some random girl around the VIP section. You should’ve cared but the drinks were doing their job. All you could focus on was the way his eyes stayed on yours and how he moved closer every time you stepped back, locked in a game that neither of you wanted to end.

“I hope you know you’re not as smooth as you think you are” you tilted your head, crossing your arms.

Jude smirked while stepping into your space, not caring who was watching. “And you’re not as carefree as you’re pretending to be.” 

He really did look even better up close and in motion. The way his lips curved into a smile made you want to run away to collect your resolve immediately, but you persevered and turned your back to him instead, swaying your body in tune with the music. The shift gave him an unintentional view of your dress creeping up as you moved, so he took the opportunity to step closer, brushing his hand against your waist as he leaned into your ear. To anyone else catching glimpses under the strobe lights, it looked more like he was kissing your neck – Tasha clearly thought so. She was slack jawed back at the table, frozen in drunken shock. Meanwhile, Bri was too busy sweet talking the DJ into switching the music into an amapiano mix to notice what was happening in front of her.

“You smell good” Jude voiced low against your ear with his lips so close, the words tickled your skin. “What is that? Coconut?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know” you answered, still not missing a beat but you were a lot less steady on your feet the more he spoke in your ear.

“Yeah” he replied simply, weighing his words with enough insinuation to let you know he was going to be a problem for you all night. You turned to face him with your back against the railing and Jude’s hands fell from your waist and onto the rails to cage you in without touching you. All you could see was his sly, smug grin in front of you while bodies moved to the beat in the outskirts of your vision.

“Why are you wasting your time?” you asked him, dropping your gaze to his lips. They weren’t something you would’ve been focused on any other time, but the liquor was coursing through you by this point and clouding your decision making skills. Jude’s eyes dropped to drag over the neckline of your dress, giving him a full top view of your cleavage before he snapped his eyes back up to look you in the eye. He leaned in closer, crowding your space just enough to make you part your lips in a silent gasp.

“Wasting my time?” he repeated the question rhetorically. “I have your attention, so is it really any time wasted?”

You tilted your head up to meet his cocky tone with some cockiness of your own. “I’m only here because you’re standing in my way.”

“If I moved, you’ll just keep ignoring me, yeah?”

“Yeah” you drawled, mocking his insinuated answer from earlier. Jude’s gaze was almost too much but you refused to back down. “You’re not irresistible in the way you think you are. I’m not going to hook up with you just because you’re Jude Bellingham. I really don’t give a fuck.” 

He gave you a wolfish grin, moving in even closer. You could feel his breath against your cheek when he spoke again. “Then why are you still here talking to me? Ask me to move around.” 

You scoffed, crossing your arms while looking past his tall stature to look at literally anything else other than him. “Maybe I’m just bored.”

“Yeah? Is that right?” Jude’s voice dipped into a teasing, amused tone. He tightened his hands on the railing, brushing his knuckles against your sides while tilting his head closer toward your neck so he could hear you better. “If I left you alone right now..what would you do? Go back to scrolling on your phone so you can pretend you don’t notice me?”

He was getting under your skin now, mostly because he was right, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m just trying to have a good time with the girls. Don’t make it weird Jude.”

“I’m weird for wanting to talk to you in person? You never responded, remember?”

“I did you a favor” you retorted. “I saved you the embarrassment of me rejecting you. I know that can hurt an ego like yours.”

Jude laughed against your neck, making you shift your body posture in the small space. “I don’t think you would’ve rejected me.”

“No, I definitely would’ve. I have standards.” you countered. That was true for the most part, but Jude going back and forth with you for this long had you intrigued. He really wanted you and he was pulling out all the stops to make it happen, which was kind of hot.

Jude tilted his head back toward your ear. “Why are you dancing with me then?” That was a good question. Why were you still there, dancing to the beat with him, letting him stand close, talk this much, get so far? You didn’t know – so you stayed quiet and rolled your hips to the bassline that had just dropped, moving closer to him with every beat. He could tell you were starting to crack, so he wrapped his arms around you, just enough to pull you close, but loose enough to let you decide how much closer you wanted to be. “Nothing to say now, huh? That’s what I thought. What’s your move after the club?”

“Good question..” You pretended to look around for your friends to give yourself time to come up with an excuse about how you had plenty of after club plans, but when you looked down to see the way his big hands flexed against your hips, you answered honestly instead. “I don’t have any.”

Jude’s grin grew wide, making him flash his teeth under the strobe lights. He had you right where he wanted you and he knew it. “You could…” he started, leaving the rest hanging in the air just to see how far you’d let things go. You rolled your tongue against your teeth, taking in the way his smile climbed higher into his cheeks when his eyes locked on yours. The smile threw you for a loop and you caught yourself staring at his lips longer than you needed to once it turned into more of a smirk, which he noticed immediately. 

“...I could what?” you asked, feeling your resolve slowly start to slip.

“You could come with me” Jude tightened his hands across your hips and you stumbled a little, instinctively reaching your arm over his shoulder to catch yourself.

“And why would I do that?” you asked.

“...Why wouldn’t you?” Jude already knew your answer. You wouldn’t be still standing there if you weren’t interested in the slightest. He was so close to you that you could see his lips quirk upward into another smirk, growing even wider when he caught you stealing another glance at his lips. Instead of calling you out, he let his eyes drop to your lips in return.

“I don’t trust you” you finally answered, yelling over the music. It didn’t hit him nearly as hard as you wanted it to. You could feel Jude’s curls brush up against your temple when he leaned in to make sure he heard you correctly. “Trust me with what?”

You giggled drunkenly, trying to shake off the effect he had on you. “Trust you to not be like every other guy in my DMs.”

Jude pulled back enough to look you in the eye, shaking his head at your refusal to just give in. “I’m not like every guy in your DMs,” he answered confidently like he was so sure there wasn’t anybody better than him trying to entertain you. “You’d know that by now if you answered..” Jude trailed his hand down to caress your lower back. He was right. There wasn’t anyone keeping you as interested as you were right now. But who would you be if you gave in that easily?

You tilted your head to the side, letting the silence stretch into knowing glances. His eyes darted to your lips again and you leaned into it, contemplating letting him kiss you, but just as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours, you cocked your head back with a sly smirk on your lips. Jude had a surprised look on his face and loosened his grip, laughing to conceal the fact that you beat him at his own game. You pulled out your phone, entering your code and tapping at your screen until you opened the Instagram app. Jude’s jaw flexed in the dimly illuminated light while he watched. Once he realized what you were doing, a smirk of his own appeared on his face. You opened your DMs and scrolled until you reached the one he sent weeks ago, typed your reply and hit send. You gripped his bicep to make him lean down within ear shot, letting your lips brush against the edge of his jaw purposely while you spoke. “Check your messages” you teased before stepping back and removing yourself from the loose hold he had on you. He stood there frozen, but then turned his head to watch you saunter off back to your section, swaying your hips more than necessary to give him a show. When you met up with Bri and Tasha back in your section, they dragged you down to the table to badger you with questions.

“So what happened? What did you do?” Bri asked.

You smiled and reached for your drink. “Nothing serious,” you answered flatly, which made them want to question you even more. Tasha squinted at Jude from across the club then turned her head back to you. Just as you were about to take another sip of your drink, she grabbed it from you. “No sipping, more spilling please. Why is he smiling at his phone like that?”

You snatched your drink back, shrugging. “I just told him to check his DMs.” They had no idea you had Jude wrapped around your finger at the moment, so you tried to play it cool. Bri’s mouth dropped open and Tasha gasped dramatically, smacking the table for extra dramatics.

“Check his DMs?” Bri repeated loudly. “You responded?!”

“Maybe.” You swirled your drink and slowly sipped while meeting his eyes across the club. You could see Jude smirk when he put his phone in his pocket and slowly made his way back to his own table. He sat there, talking to his friends while laughing it up until he caught you looking at him from your seat. He could see you twirling the straw around your drink with your tongue, caught in the act. He angled his head, smirking at you and mouthed something to you while pointing his thumb toward the exit. You couldn’t make out what he was saying through the darkness, so he stood up and started dapping his boys up before slowly making his way over to your table. You tried to ignore him at first, pretending you were doing something on your phone even though there was no reason for you to still be playing hard to get, seeing as you just virtually agreed to spend the rest of your night with him.

“Sorry to interrupt...” Jude flashed a cheeky grin at Tasha and Bri that had them crumbling on the spot. “I’m taking Y/N off your hands for the night. I hope that’s alright?”

Tasha and Bri squealed in unison. “Please! Take her. She’s all yours.” They both shoved you out of your seat in a hurry. “Go. GO!” You cut your eyes at them but Jude gave you no time to argue and stretched his hand out.

“You ready?” he asked, eyeing your frame from head to toe. 

You nodded, slipping your hand into his without any other words. Jude led you through the club towards the exit, and you took one last glance over your shoulder to wave at Bri and Tasha who were losing their minds. You giggled, turning back just as Jude leaned into your ear when you reached the exit.

“Let’s see if I can live up to your standards.”

[siddhigirls]

biggest fan

J.B x fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), breeding, praising i.e good girl. lmk if i forgot any.

there you were, in the crowded stadium, watching your favourite football team playing and in the lead of the first half. during the halftime break you went on your phone as your boyfriend talks about how shit the other team is playing, you don’t pay much attention to him because someone else has your attention.

there he was, in all of his glory, your biggest celebrity crush— although you are a celebrity yourself you can’t help but fangirl over him. you were pretty close to the field so you could see him clear, he takes off his shirt to show off his perfect physique and you can’t help but drool. fans scream for his name behind you but it was just completely muffled in your head because all you could think of is how good he could fuck you. bellingham was walking your way to talk to fans, you play it cool but internally you were screaming. he comes up to talk to all the fans and sign autographs, stuff like that until he met with your eyes. “wait- aren’t you y/n y/l/n?” he asks, ‘holy shit he knows me’ you said in your head, you were classy though, you shook his hand “yes i am, nice to meet you.” giving him a friendly smile, he smiled back with his perfect teeth, matching your body language.

body leaned towards you, hand resting on the gate, his grip firm, intertwined with yours. you let go as your boyfriend also introduces himself.

you were fairly humble regardless of your countless movie roles, you were the talk of celebrity news. you have no social media presence, raising intriguing thoughts with a lot of your fans, especially bellingham. he was no saint when it comes to you, he constantly thinks about ways to get you, he loved that you were deemed the media’s secret desire. your thoughts were crowded by how you could get bellingham alone so you could show how much of a big fan you were.

-

months after the game many things have changed, there were rumours that jude had a new girlfriend, you and your ex broke up, yet you were still talked about by many.

you were in london, as it was your favourite place in the entire world, you were at a pub, having a glass of wine to yourself until you got a text from your friend that lived in london. he was having a big party and he was inviting you, mentioning that many celebrities would come. usually you’d decline and just stay at home and listen to the rain hit the window of your little apartment in the middle of piccadilly circus; but you wanted a change of scenery. forcing yourself to pay your tab and go home and get ready for whatever the night has in for you.

-

you got out the cab to see your friends place in the middle of nowhere, huge house towering over you and music loud enough to hear a kilometre away, you walked in, chin up high. you were never a nervous person, you were always very secure in yourself and knew you were a prize. you let yourself in to see multiple A-list celebrities in dresses from brands that aren’t even known to you, all talking to each other. you locked eyes with your friend and he gave you a warm welcome, kissing your hand and telling you how gorgeous you look tonight. “y/n darling, i swear you get more beautiful and beautiful as the time passes by, the bar is right there, help yourself to absolutely anything, if you want time alone you know where the guest bedroom is”

you nodded in response as you look at the people mingling. your friend was a football journalist so you expected to see a lot of football players in the room. you made your way to the bar and asked for an old fashioned, you decided to go outside your comfort zone so you spoke to the person that was right next to you. you recognized that clean haircut anywhere.

“hi bellingham” he turned around to lock with your eyes, butterflies in your tummy once again. “you again, you know pablo?” you nodded in response, “fancy seeing your face again, where’s your boyfriend?” he asked. you raised your eyebrows and said “oh we broke up a few days after the game.” you turned your body fully to him as he mirrors your action.

-

“you don’t understand how long i’ve been thinking about this” jude breathlessly says in between kisses as he brings you in the guest bedroom of your friends house, the moonlight shining through the blowing curtains, cold air hitting your skin, hardening your nipples making them peak through your skin tight dress. your beautiful perfume intoxicating jude’s nostrils, often going down to your neck and kissing it. “fuck jude me neither.”

slamming you against the wall as he pushes your dress up, you spread your legs apart for him like you were reading his mind, he kneeled down, looking at your clothed pussy with your wetness seeping through. he couldn’t wait any longer, ripping off your lace panties and starts teasing his dick against your right wet pussy. he entered you feeling your pussy swallowing his dick immediately, like your pussy was made for his dick. you looked down to watch him quickly thrust into you, turning you on even more at the sight. you couldn’t help but not keep quiet, his hand making its way to your mouth and holding it tight. “i know baby it feels good but i need you to keep quiet, no need for interruption. need to take my time with you- fucking christ you feel amazing” he purrs in your ear.

it was so full of passion— like you were meant to have sex with him. your pussy was getting stretched out by his thick cock consistently thrusting into you, you clenched on to him not being able to old your cum in any longer. “fuck baby just like that. i wanna cum with you just a little longer baby please” he pleaded. he sounded so good saying please in his birmingham accent. his thrusts became sloppy and slow. “cum baby, you can do it. you’re such a good girl— fuck.” he reassures you after you cum on his dick making a ring, his tip kissing your cervix as you felt his warm seed filling you up”

he pulled out of you, sharing one last kiss with you before putting his suit back on and wiping off the sweat off his forehead. he helped you put your dress back on and fixed your hair a little. “can’t believe my celebrity crush is about to walk around in public with my cum leaking outside of her.”

[dorabellingham]

Baby in the stadium

warning: none

characters: jude x mom!reader

summary: when to surprise Jude you take your little daughter for the first time in a game

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was an important game at Santiago Bernabeu, with Real Madrid facing one of its biggest rivals. Jude Bellingham was focussed, as always, but he didn't imagine that that night had a surprise he would never forget.

You had planned everything in secret. With Nala already completing seven months, you decided it was time to take her to the stadium for the first time. In addition, did you know that Jude would be thrilled to see the little one wearing the team's official shirt, personalised with the name "Bellingham" and the number 5 - the same as her father.

You arrived at the stadium with Nala in your arms, wearing a warm coat over the mini shirt. You went straight to the area reserved for the players' families, being welcomed by the WAGs, who were already looking forward to meeting the Bellingham's' daughter up close.

-You finally brought her, Y/n! -Joked one of the players' wives. -Jude will go crazy when he sees you here.

You smiled, adjusting your daughter's cute hat, which matched perfectly with the baby's look.

-He has no idea. I thought it was time to give dad a boost on the field.

Nala, unaware of the commotion around him, looked curiously at everything. The loud sounds, the lights and the energy of the stadium left her enchanted.

While the players were warming up on the lawn, you decided to go down a little to the area closest to the field, still in the reserved part, so that Jude could see it. Some teammates realised it first.

-Wait a minute... is it Nala?

Said Camavinga, pointing to the side.

Rodrygo, who was next to him, laughed.

-I can't believe it! Jude will have an attack when he realises.

And it didn't take long for your fiancé to look in the direction in which the companions were pointing. He stopped in the middle of the field, his eyes wide, and a gigantic smile took over his face. He waved excitedly, as if he wanted to make sure it was real.

You answered with a small nod, lifting Nala on your lap. The baby, as if understanding what was happening, gave an adorable giggle and babbled something indecipherable, making Jude smile even more.

-My daughter is here!

Jude exclaimed to his colleagues, visibly moved.

At halftime from the game, the boy went straight to where you were. He didn't even bother to take his eyes off his daughter, who was now more desperate and kept watching everything around her.

-You two killed me from the heart today. -He said, taking the baby in his arms. -Look at this shirt! 'Bellingham 5'... My girl is all stylish."

Nala grabbed her father's face with her little hands, making everyone around her sigh with tenderness.

-It's getting strong, huh?

Jude commented, kissing his daughter's cheek.

Some teammates approached, curious to meet the famous little girl. Vinícius was the first to joke.

-She already looks like a player, huh, Jude? It will be faster than you.

Rodrygo laughed, watching Nala grab Jude's finger tightly.

-Look at this! She's already practising the grip to hold the ball.

You laughed while watching the scene.

-Be careful, guys. Nala may end up becoming the team's official mascot.

After a few minutes, Jude had to go back to the field, but not without first kissing you and the little girl again. He was visibly more excited and inspired. Commentators and fans didn't take long to realise that something special was happening - Bellingham seemed more focussed and determined than ever.

The camera even captured a moment when he looked at the stands and smiled, discreetly waving to you. This, of course, left fans emotional on social networks, with many commenting: Baby Bellingham is already officially Real Madrid's biggest lucky amulet!

When the game ended with a spectacular victory, Jude ran straight to you again. He held his daughter in his arms and lifted him up, as if introducing the little one to the crowd, who went crazy.

Already in the car, Nala fell asleep on his lap, exhausted after so much news. You looked at Jude through the rearview mirror and smiled.

-Today was the best game of my life, you know?

He said, intertwining his fingers with yours.

-Of course it was. You had our amulet there with you.

You answered with a smile.

Jude laughed softly.

-Now that she came once, she will always have to come.

You pretended to sigh.

-It's good, Bellingham. I think we can turn Nala into Madrid's number one fan.

And so, your little daughter's first trip to the stadium went down in history as one of the most special days for Jude - and, of course, for the fans who couldn't stand so much cuteness anymore.

[joaosnovia]

SOOOO YK WHO IT IS BBG BUTT maybe like jude x reader where shes an influencer for adidas and her and jude have to do a COLLAB FOr the brand and stuff i trust ur imagination❤️❤️

❦ - all eyes on us.

summary:: you’re a famous influencer who’s been paired up with jude for adidas pr.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: i love this hello? i love you babe this is such a yummy request i love writing this!! 😍 also i’ve clocked that i write sm in my writers note so uhm anywho this is my first jude fic so i hope my jude girlies like it!! btw this is my first time trying this style of writing ig so tell me if it’s good xx

word count:: 2,708

You never minded the fast paced world of being an influencer. You’d built your brand around effortless style and relatable charm, snagging deals with top-tier companies like Adidas. Campaigns like this were nothing new to you - until Jude entered the picture.

He was charming, no doubt. Tall, confident, and with a way of making everyone in the room laugh, he had that kind of natural magnetism that couldn’t be taught. From the moment he walked into the studio, you felt the shift in the air.

But it wasn’t just his presence that threw you off, it was how easy he made everything look, even while you were secretly trying not to embarrass yourself.

You both stood under the spotlight for your first set of shots. The creative director had explained the vibe they were going for: young, edgy, and fun. This meant capturing moments of banter, mock rivalry, and flirtation.

‘I’m not used to being outshined,’ you muttered to Jude as the photographer adjusted their camera.

He leaned down slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll let you win this one.’

The nerve of him.

‘Alright, Jude, throw your arm around her shoulder,’ the photographer instructed.

You felt the weight of his arm drape across you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. The warmth of his skin through the fabric of your hoodie was distracting; almost too distracting.

‘Now laugh, like he just said something funny,’ the photographer added.

Jude didn’t miss a beat. ‘I didn’t realize fake laughing was part of your influencer requirements,’ he teased under his breath.

You tilted your head back and laughed anyway, your genuine amusement mixing with the forced effort.

The real chaos started after the shoot. Adidas had planned a tiktok segment where you and Jude would compete in challenges to promote the campaign.

The first challenge was simple: a lip-sync duet to a viral audio clip. Jude was awful at keeping up, missing half the words and breaking into laughter when he saw your exaggerated expressions.

‘Do you even know how tiktok works?’ you asked, barely able to hold back your laughter.

‘Not really,’ he admitted, grinning. ‘I’m more of a football guy, remember?’

‘Clearly. Let me handle this part.’

But when it came to the second challenge, a reaction test where you had to slap each other’s hands before the other could dodge - Jude’s reflexes as a professional athlete completely ruined your chances.

‘You’re impossible,’ you huffed, swatting at him as he casually held his hands just out of reach.

‘Don’t hate the player,’ he replied, his grin widening.

By the time the day ended, you were sitting on the studio’s couch, scrolling through some of the footage on your phone. Jude plopped down beside you, his body radiating warmth even in the air-conditioned room.

‘Let me see,’ he said, leaning over your shoulder.

You tilted the phone so he could watch the clips. The two of you looked so natural together, laughing, teasing, and bantering like you’d known each other for years instead of hours.

‘This one’s my favourite,’ he said, pointing at a video where you’d accidentally tripped over a cord mid shoot. Instead of falling, Jude had caught you with an arm around your waist, and the moment had turned into a perfectly awkward laugh caught on camera.

‘Yeah, that’s real ‘effortless cool,’ you said sarcastically.

He leaned back, his smirk softening into something more sincere. ‘You’re good at this. Like, really good. It’s not just the cameras. You’ve got... presence.’

You turned to him, surprised by the compliment. ‘Thanks, Jude. You’re not bad yourself, you know. For a footballer.’

As you both walked out of the studio, Jude fell into step beside you. The evening air was cool, the streets of the city buzzing with life.

‘You hungry?’ he asked casually, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.

You glanced up at him, caught off guard. ‘Are you asking me to dinner?’

‘Maybe,’ he replied, that boyish grin creeping onto his face. ‘Unless you’re too busy for a post shoot celebration.’

You pretended to consider it. ‘Depends. Is this dinner part of the campaign, or is this just you trying to get to know me better?’

He laughed, shaking his head. ‘Off the record. No cameras, no Adidas logos. Just you and me.’

You hesitated for a moment before smiling. ‘Alright, Jude. You’ve got yourself a deal.’

The restaurant Jude chose wasn’t flashy, which surprised you. No cameras, no fancy decor, just a tucked away little spot that smelled like garlic and freshly baked bread. It was soft, warm, and nothing like the high-energy day you’d just had.  

‘This is unexpected,’ you said, sliding into the booth opposite him.  

‘What? Did you think I’d take you to some five-star rooftop spot?’ He smiled, setting his phone facedown on the table. ‘Not my style.’

‘I don’t know, you football types always seem... I don’t know, extra?’

Jude leaned back, one arm draped casually over the booth. ‘I’m not exactly your average footballer. But you already knew that.’

You laughed, shaking your head. ‘Alright, I’ll give you that. You’re different.’

The waiter appeared, and you both ordered, Jude insisting you get the house special because ‘it’s the only reason I come here.’ Once the waiter disappeared, there was a brief silence, the kind that could’ve been awkward if Jude wasn’t so effortlessly comfortable.  

‘So, do you always nonchalantly get your way through shoots like that?’ you teased, resting your chin on your hand.  

His eyebrows shot up. ‘Nonchalance? That’s what you call it?’

‘What else would I call it?’

‘Survival,’ he said with a laugh. ‘You don’t understand, I’m used to kicking a ball around, not posing and trying to look cool.’

‘Well, you pulled it off,’ you admitted. ‘Even if you were hopeless at TikTok.’

‘Hopeless?’ He leaned forward, grinning. ‘You’re crazy, you know that?’

‘Just honest,’ you said, matching his energy.  

The banter flowed as naturally as it had on set, but there was something more intimate about it now. Without the cameras and the crew, Jude wasn’t just the Adidas poster boy or the football sensation, he was Jude, the guy who couldn’t stop making you laugh.  

As you left the restaurant, you didn’t notice the group of fans across the street until one of them shouted his name.  

‘Jude! Over here!’

You glanced at him, expecting him to be annoyed, but instead, he smiled and waved, walking over to sign autographs and take a few pictures. You hung back, not wanting to steal his moment, but one of the fans pointed at you.  

‘Is that your girlfriend?’

Your cheeks burned, and before you could even respond, Jude turned to you with a smirk. ‘What do you think? Should we let them guess?’

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. ‘Let’s not start rumors on a Wednesday night.’

The fans laughed, but your heart raced as Jude returned to your side, his hand brushing against yours.  

‘Sorry about that,’ he said once you were out of earshot.  

‘Does that happen a lot?’

‘All the time,’ he admitted. ‘You get used to it. But I guess that’s your world too, huh? Fans, cameras, people watching your every move?’

‘It’s... different,’ you said honestly. ‘I mean, I don’t have people yelling my name on the street, but yeah, there’s pressure to always be ‘on.’’

He nodded, his expression softening. ‘Yeah, I get that.’

You woke up the next day to your phone buzzing non-stop. Half-asleep, you grabbed it off your nightstand and squinted at the screen.  

Your notifications were flooded.  

FootyUpdates: ‘Jude Bellingham spotted at dinner with influencer yourusername last night 👀 Fans are already shipping it!’

AdidasOfficial: ‘Name a more iconic duo than JudeBellingham and yourusername. We’ll wait.’

yourfanacc: ‘Wait, are Jude and Y/N a THING?!? They look so cute together!!!’

You groaned, scrolling through the dozens of comments, edits, and conspiracy theories. One clip in particular was gaining traction, a TikTok of you and Jude laughing during the campaign shoot, set to a romantic song.  

Your phone buzzed again.  

Jude: morning darling. you seen the chaos yet?

You laughed, typing back. 

oh, you mean the part where we’re trending? yeahhh, just saw it.

think adidas planned this?

wouldn’t put it past them

There was a pause before his next message came through.  

Jude: you alright with it? 

You hesitated. The attention was overwhelming, sure, but there was something exciting about it too.  

mhm, as long as you’re ok being shipped w me?

Jude: could be worse. you’re kinda hard not to like.

The buzz from the campaign only grew, and Adidas wasted no time capitalizing on it. Within a week, you and Jude were booked for another event, a live Q&A streamed on Instagram.  

‘You ready for this?’ he asked as you both sat down in front of the camera.  

‘Not even a little,’ you admitted, adjusting your mic.  

The questions started off innocent enough, favorite Adidas pieces, funniest moments from the shoot, but it didn’t take long for fans to steer the conversation toward your ‘chemistry.’

‘So, what’s it like working together?’ one fan asked.  

Jude glanced at you, a playful glint in his eye. ‘Terrible. She bullies me non stop.’

You gasped, swatting his arm. ‘That’s a lie! You’re the bully.’

The fans ate it up, the comment section exploding with heart emojis.

As the weeks went on, you and Jude kept crossing paths, for more Adidas campaigns, promotional events, and even the occasional text conversation that drifted into late night time. The more time you spent together, the harder it became to ignore the spark between you.  

But with every laugh, every lingering glance, there was always that voice in the back of your head reminding you of the cameras, the fans, and the fact that you were both living in two completely different worlds.  

One night, after a particularly long shoot, Jude turned to you as you were packing up your things.  

‘Hey,’ he said softly. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course,’ you replied, pausing.  

‘Do you ever... wish things were simpler? Like, no cameras, no pressure. Just normal?’

His question caught you off guard, but you nodded. ‘All the time. Why?’

He hesitated for a moment before giving you a small smile. ‘Just wondering.’

You didn’t push, but the way he looked at you in that moment stayed with you long after you’d gone home.  

It was late. You were sitting at a café, hunched over your laptop, trying to get some work done before the next event. The world outside was quiet, the kind of peaceful night that made everything feel suspended in time.  

Your phone buzzed again.  

Jude: you still up?

You smiled, quickly typing back.

always. got a shoot tomorrow. what’s up?

A few seconds later, his response popped up.  

Jude: wanna grab a drink rq?

You hesitated. There was something different about tonight. Jude had been subtly pulling away lately, nothing obvious, just an undercurrent of distance. Maybe it was the pressure of the campaign, the media frenzy, or maybe he was just being careful not to blur the lines between your professional relationship and whatever else might be brewing.  

But the truth was, you’d been feeling the same thing. The moments you spent together were becoming harder to ignore. Every time you caught his eye, or when he touched your shoulder in passing, your heart would skip a beat.  

i’d love to.

The bar was quiet, tucked into a side street away from the chaos of the city. It was dimly lit, with soft jazz playing in the background. You both sat at a small table near the window, your drinks untouched as the conversation flowed between easy laughter and deeper silences.  

‘I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous around someone,’ Jude confessed, swirling his drink with a half-smile.  

You raised an eyebrow. ‘You? Nervous?’

He nodded, a subtle vulnerability in his gaze that you hadn’t seen before. ‘Yeah. I guess I don’t really know how to... handle this.’

‘Handle what?’ you asked, your voice softening.  

‘This.’ He gestured between the two of you. ‘Whatever this is. I mean, you’ve been a part of my life now for what, a few weeks? But every time we’re together, it feels like something... more.’

The words hung in the air, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.  

You set your drink down and leaned forward, heart pounding. ‘Jude, I get it.’

His eyes flicked to yours, searching for the sincerity behind your words.  

‘You get what?’

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. ‘The pressure. The cameras, the fans, this whole world we live in. But I think... I think I’ve been avoiding this whatever this is between us, because it’s too complicated. I don’t know how to work it either.’

There was a long pause before Jude finally spoke, his voice low and steady. ‘I don’t want to keep pretending like it’s nothing. Like this isn’t affecting me. Because it is. Every time I see you, every time we talk, I can’t help but feel like I’m falling for you.’

Your heart hammered in your chest. ‘Jude, I...’

But before you could finish, he leaned in, his hand brushing against yours on the table. His touch was light but electric, sending a shiver up your spine.  

‘I don’t want to fight this anymore,’ he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. ‘I don’t want to pretend that I don’t want this. I want you.’ 

The tension between you both was insane. You could feel the weight of his words, and something inside you clicked. It was as if the floodgates had opened, and you finally understood that all the moments of hesitation, the awkwardness, and the teasing had been building up to this one point.  

Slowly, carefully, you leaned forward, closing the space between you. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative, like you both were unsure, testing the waters. But then Jude’s hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, and everything about that moment felt right.  

Your heart raced as you kissed him deeper, the world around you fading away. There was no camera, no pressure, no fans, just you and him, two people who had been dancing around this moment for far too long.  

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Jude rested his forehead against yours. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for so long,’ he murmured.  

You smiled, a little breathless yourself. ‘Me too.’

He laughed, that familiar spark returning to his eyes. ‘Guess it was worth the wait, huh?’

You nodded, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions. ‘Worth it.’

There was a comfortable silence as you both sat back in your seats, the world outside still unaware of what had just shifted between you.  

But in that moment, it didn’t matter. You’d crossed a line, one that couldn’t be uncrossed. Whatever happened next, you both knew it wouldn’t be easy. The cameras, the fans, the expectations, they’d all be there. But for the first time in weeks, you felt certain of one thing: you wanted this.  

And maybe, just maybe, he did too.  

The next day, you and Jude had to face reality. The media frenzy about your ‘relationship’ reached new heights, with every tabloid, Instagram post, and fan account speculating on what the kiss meant.  

But for once, it didn’t faze you. You were sitting next to him, the two of you quietly sipping coffee in the hotel lobby, exchanging glances and small smiles like you hadn’t just turned your world upside down.  

‘You know they’re gonna talk about this for days, right?’ you said, half-amused.  

Jude chuckled, reaching for your hand under the table. ‘Let them. We’ve got something real, even if they don’t get it.’

‘I’m okay with that.’ You squeezed his hand gently, the connection between you undeniable.  

And maybe that was the point. No matter what the world thought, you and Jude had found something real in the chaos. Something that couldn’t be captured by a camera, something just for the two of you.  

And for the first time in a long time, you felt free.  

[judes-hoe]

Winter reset ~ JB5

Genre ~ smut (18+), fluff

Summary ~ you and Jude get a winter break reset and relaxation!

Warnings ~ oral(fem receiving), sweet talk, gently Jude, soft Jude.

A/N ~ sorry this kinda late…really late actually

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It was a little winter break from the football world. Jude taking you on a getaway to Dubai.

You walk over to the bed and plop down. “Ugh, jet lag is hitting me hard right now.” You mumble into the sheets. “How about we take a nap?” Jude asked laying next to you and pulling you close. “We have all day to relax, until our reservations later.” He mumbled.

You just nodded and immediately fell asleep in his arms. Jude was close behind you, also falling asleep.

~~~~

You woke up to the movement next to you. You look up and see Jude playing with your hair. “Hey pretty girl.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You both lay in a comfortable silence, before Jude speaks up. “You should get ready, reservations are in an hour and a half.” He spoke quietly.

You groan and get out of the bed. “Where are we going anyways?” You ask Jude as you walk to your suit case. “Don’t worry about it, just wear a pair of leggings, and that nice sweater you packed.” He told you.

You grabbed exactly that from your bag and walk to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, then curling your hair, and doing light makeup.

You walk out and see Jude wearing a sweater that sorta matched you, and some jeans. “You ready?” He asked looking at you. “You look stunning darling.” He walked over and wrapped his hands around you, giving your butt a squeeze.

~~~~

You walked into your hotel room, Jude right behind you. “That pasta was amazing.” You said, walking to the bed. “Mine was delicious.” Jude said laying back on the bed.

“But I’m craving something else.” He smirked and pulled you to him. “Judeee.” You said getting flustered.

It wasn’t long before Jude had you naked and laid back on the bed, kneeled down in front of you. “I need your eyes on me the whole time, can you do that for me love?” He said looking up at you. You just nodded at him.

Jude started to kiss your thighs, gently sucking and kissing, all the way to your slit. He does all this with his eyes on yours. He then licks up your slit to kiss your clit.

He places his hands on your thighs keeping them open, and started to lick your clit. You let out breathless moans, keeping your eyes on him. A hand coming to his head.

He then moves to fuck your with his tongue, one hand moving so his thumb is gently rubbing your clit. Your thighs twitch, your head thrown back.

“Eyes on me baby.” He mumbled, the vibration against your slit making you moan. “I can feel it baby, cum for me.” He said picking up the speed on your clit.

You push his head closer to your pussy. Thighs quivering, and a louder moan left your moan as you come undone on his tongue.

Jude stays there, riding out your high. He pulls back, your juices covering his mouth and chin. “The perfect dessert.” He smiles.

Jude then cleaned his face, and you up before cuddling you.

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A/N ~ here is my second post because Real Madrid won☺️ sorry it’s bad🤧

[insidekatmind]

Bet in Madrid Pt.4~Jude Bellingham

Pt.3

Plot: While on holiday in Madrid with your friends, you notice Jude Bellingham, Vinícius Jr, Rodrygo and Mbappé in a bar. Your friends challenge you: you have to ask Jude for a kiss, or you will pay for dinner.

Wearning: +18,smut

Your gaze lingers on him, intense and tinged with a subtle allure of desire. His eyes darken visibly as he holds your gaze, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. The air between you feels charged, electric, as if anything could happen, and yet, everything hangs in the balance.

“You’re playing with fire, doll. You’re one hell of a dangerous thing, aren’t you?”He says it almost like a compliment, his tone slightly teasing, yet still incredibly genuine.

You feel a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through your body, his words sending a rush of heat to your cheeks, your heart hammering in your chest. But despite that, you hold your ground, maintaining the intense gaze, refusing to give in so easily.“Me? Dangerous?” you manage to utter, a hint of challenge in your voice, despite the way it trembles ever so slightly.

His smiled widen, a gleam of approval in his eyes. He seems to relish the fact you’re not backing down so easily, that you’re willing to play this dangerous little game with him.“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

He leans closer, his face now only a few inches away, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his breath warm against your skin.“You’re just begging to get burned.”

His words and proximity are making it hard for you to think straight, your every nerve on edge, alive with anticipation and desire. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his skin, a mix of musk and something else – something faintly sweet and masculine, yet still incredibly dangerous. “Maybe I enjoy the risk…”

You try to keep your voice steady, but there’s no denying the hint of sultriness that creeps into it, betraying just how much his proximity is affecting you.

He chuckles at your response, a low, husky sound that sends a thrill through your body. He reaches up, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of heat. “You’re a reckless little thing, aren’t you, doll?”

His eyes are now almost black, a look of almost primal need lingering in the depths. The tension between you is almost tangible, like a physical force, pulling you closer to him.

You can’t help but shiver as his fingers touch your skin, your body almost vibrating from the proximity, the heat, the sheer intensity of it all.You can feel yourself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, the risk of getting burned fading away with every passing second. Your voice, when you speak again, is soft, but filled with a mixture of desire and warning.“Careful. You might get more than you bargained for…”

He smirks at your words, his hand now gently caressing your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. “Oh, doll, I think I’m getting exactly what I bargained for.”Jude leans in even closer, his face only inches from yours, the heat from his body almost scorching, his lips dangerously near.“The question is, are you ready for what comes next?”

Your heart is racing, your mind spinning with a thousand conflicting thoughts. But underneath it all, a deep, primal part of you, a part you've never known before, yearns for something, for him. You lean forward, closing the tiny gap between you, your breath mingling with his."Only one way to find out..." You whisper, your voice low and sultry.

A flash of surprise in his eyes, quickly replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated want. His hand moves from your cheek, to the nape of your neck, gently pulling you closer, closing the gap completely. “Damn, doll, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”He murmurs against your lips, the heat from his body pressed against you, igniting a fire deep within your core.

“Come and find out,” you reply seductively. His eyes almost darken to black, a low growl escaping his throat as you practically dare him. In a swift motion, he closes the gap between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s nothing short of consuming.

His hand on the nape of your neck tightens, pulling you even closer, his body pressed against yours, the heat, the desire flowing through your veins like a drug.

You moaned into the kiss and kissed back with even more passion. He groans at the sound, deepening the kiss in response, his other hand now sliding down your back, coming to rest on your hip, pulling you closer against him.He breaks away, only long enough to murmur against your lips,“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, doll…”His voice is husky, laden with a mixture of warning and approval, as if he’s both scolding you and encouraging your behavior.

You move seductively closer to his ear. “Why don't we bring this to my hotel?”

He shudders visibly as you move closer, your words sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He pulls away slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you with a mixture of lust and challenge. “Lead the way, doll.”There’s no hesitation in his voice, just a primal, unbridled need. He offers you his hand, a sly smile playing on his lips.

The moment the door to your hotel room closes behind you, Jude wastes no time in pinning you against the wall, his body pressing against yours, the heat between you intense.He leans in, his lips hovering millimeters away from yours, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a dark, dangerous possessiveness.“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, doll…”

His voice is a low, guttural growl, his hands moving to your hips, gripping them firmly, almost territorially. He presses himself harder against you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the coolness of the wall against your back.Jude leans in, his lips touching the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.

He continues to explore your body, his lips moving up along the curve of your neck, nipping and biting, his hands roaming across your body, as if trying to commit every inch of you to memory.Jude lifts you up, pressing you harder against the wall, his body now flush against yours, his lips finding yours again in a heated, almost desperate kiss.

You moan softly and arch closer to him. “Jude I need you” you murmur. At your words, Jude lets out a guttural groan, his hands gripping your hips even firmer, his body practically vibrating with restrained desire.

He pulls away, looking at you with a look of pure, unadulterated need."You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that, doll…"With one swift motion, he lifts you up, carrying you over to the bed.

He sets you down gently, laying you back on the bed, his body prowling over yours like a predator stalking its prey.Jude looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of you with a mixture of hunger and admiration."You're so damn beautiful, doll. I can barely control myself when I'm around you…"He leans down, his lips caressing your skin, trailing a hot, open-mouthed kiss down your neck to your collarbone.

You whine wanting more. "Jude please fuck me"

His eyes darken, filled with a primal, almost feral need, as your words reach his ears. He lets out a guttural sound, both possessive and hungry, as he presses himself against you, his body flush against yours, the heat of his skin against yours almost overwhelming."You're playing with fire, doll. But if you want it that bad, who am I to deny you…"Jude presses his lips against yours in a kiss that's both dominant and tender, his hands running down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

You moan into the kiss and start grinding against him. He groans in response, his body responding immediately to your movement, the feel of you grinding against him driving him insane with desire. He breaks away from the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he n nips and sucks on the sensitive skin, marking you as his."God, doll, you're driving me crazy… I can't hold back much longer…"

“please Jude I want you so much” you murmur trying to lay him down on the bed to straddle him.

He relents, allowing himself to be pushed back on the bed, his eyes locked onto yours with an intense look of desire. "You really want this doll, don't you? You want me?".He looks at you, watching as you straddle him, his hands coming up to rest possessively on your hips.

You nod at his words and take off his shirt, groaning at the sight of his abs. “So good,” you murmur and lick up his body.

He groans, the sensation of your tongue against his skin driving him wild, his hands gripping your hips even harder, as if desperate to pull you closer, to feel more of you against him. "Damn, doll, you’re gonna be the death of me…"He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire, his body taut and tense beneath yours, the heat between you almost overwhelming.

You get off him to undress, your movements quick, your own impatience growing as you watch him remove the last of his clothes. He watches you, his eyes roaming over your body, filled with an intense, almost primal need. “God, doll, you're even more beautiful than I imagined…”

You straddle him again and let him enter you moaning. "You're so big." You lean on his muscular shoulders to support yourself.

He groans at the feel of you sinking down onto him, his body reacting immediately, his muscles tense beneath your touch."God damn, doll, you feel incredible…"

Jude grips your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mixture of desire and need."You're so tight”

You moan at his words and start bouncing on him. Jude watched you and helped you with your movements, lifting your hips. He looked at you enchanted as if you were a work of art.

“you are so beautiful doll” he whispers and takes one of your nipples into his mouth to suck on it. You moaned as you bounced more and screamed in pleasure as you felt how he filled you. “You ride my cock so good, baby girl,” Jude grunts, increasing his thrusts. He nibbles on your nipple making you moan and you grip onto his hair making him grunt.

“Jude” you moan loudly and you could feel how your pussy squeezed his cock and made him moan. “Come for me baby, I know you're close” he whispers, patting your ass, making you moan. You came after a while, cumming on his cock and he followed closely behind you, cumming inside you. “So beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

After you two had sex, you lay next to him and hugged him. “It's a shame that I'm leaving in two days,” you say sadly, caressing Jude's chest. Jude wraps his arms around you, his body instinctively seeking the comfort of your touch, holding you close against him.

"Doll, I know it's hard... but we'll make the most of the time we have left. I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet."He tightens his embrace, pulling you closer still, burrowing his face in your hair, breathing in the scent of you, as if committing it to memory.

He lets out a long sigh, the reality of your impending departure hanging heavy in the air. "Two days... it's just not enough. I need more time with you, doll."Jude pulls away slightly, looking down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination."We're not done yet, doll. There's still so much we haven't done, so much I haven't had the chance to show you..."

You smile sadly and hold onto him, not wanting to let him go. Jude holds onto you like a man drowning, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace.

"Don't leave me, doll... please don't leave me yet."His voice is almost pleading, as if the thought of you leaving is almost too much to bear. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm on your skin, his body tense against yours.

Jude looks at you softly. “Stay in Madrid and open an art studio, I will help you become famous” he whispers softly and hopefully.

The thought of living in Madrid, opening an art studio, and being with Jude... it's almost like a dream come true. But there's also a hint of fear, of uncertainty. "Jude... you would do that for me?... But what about your life? Your career?... I can't just ask you to give all that up for me…"

He looks at you, his eyes soft, but filled with a steely determination."Doll, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. If you want to stay in Madrid and open an art studio, then I'll do everything I can to make it happen. My career... it doesn't matter. You're what matters, doll."

you smile sweetly while almost crying with joy. "Would you do this for me even if you've only known me for a day?" you whisper in disbelief.

Jude looks at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that belies his usual gruff exterior, his grip on you just that little bit tighter, as if trying to draw you closer to him."Doll, it doesn't matter how long I've known you. I knew from the moment I met you that there was something about you, something special. And I knew then that I would do anything for you, no matter what it takes."

smile sweetly. “Well I could stay I have more money to pay for the hotel” you say softly and Jude shook his head. "no doll you will live with me, I won't let you sleep in a hotel" he says and you smile.

Your heart warms at his words, the thought of living with him sending a wave of joy through you. But there's also a hint of nervousness, a hint of uncertainty. "Jude... are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose... and what about your life, your privacy?"

He looks at you, his eyes softening. He reaches up, cupping your face in his hand, his touch gentle, but firm. "Doll, you wouldn't be imposing at all. And as for my life, my privacy... it's yours as much as it is mine. You're not a guest in my life anymore, you're a part of it... and I want you there, doll. I need you there. Please stay with me."

You look at him softly and nod.Jude's face broke into a smile, a genuine, almost boyish smile that softened his features and made your heart flutter.

He pulls you closer to him, his body flush against yours, as he gently buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, as if committing the scent of you to memory."Thank you, doll. You have no idea how happy you've made me..."

Jude pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes, his gaze filled with a tenderness that seems almost incongruous with his usual gruff exterior. "And doll... I promise you, you won't regret this. I'll make you happy, I'll do whatever it takes to give you the life you've always wanted..."

you smile softly and kiss him

[judespoets]

THE PROPHECY

summary: Surely moving to a whole other country to get away from your ex would give you a chance to restart, right? But that’s apparently not what was planned for you.

You came to Madrid to start off completely new, new job, new friends and no seeing familiar faces- until you do, but that’s not Jude is it? Surely that’s not the Jude Bellingham you knew oh so well as a kid, or is it him?

What happens when you see your childhood best friend after so many years again? Does he remember you and is the connection as strong as it was back then?

Contents:

chapter one

disclamer: outline credits go to @foreverisntenough. i got a little bit inspired by the amazing series🫶🏼

[jsprnt]

Alliance PT. 2 | Prince!Jude Bellingham

W/C: 3.058

A/C: so excited for this chapter! what do we think so far? 😌

part one

I lean back in the seat, which had been my late father's during the time he reigned as King.

The dark leather underneath my elbows had gotten damaged through the years. The dents and tears through the stitch work a testament to the hours of time my father had spent in his study.

Dedicating his life to our kingdom, and fulfilling his duty until his last breath.

Pride and encouragement bubbled up in my chest, emphasizing the heavy weight of my current position and responsibilities on my shoulders.

I had been reading up on my future wife, the papers spread over my dark, wooden desk. Edges curling up due to the amount of times I had stuffed them into the cabinet, only to pace around and grab them to read them again. Trying to visualize every sentence over and over.

Princess Y/N had become the woman my mother had chosen for me to marry.

The person I respected most through my teenage years, studying and traveling all over the continent, was my very own mother. Who supported my father, brother, and I all through her own hardships.

Even now, loving my brother and me with all her heart, while reigning and ruling our kingdom with a clear mind and an incredible sense of purpose.

After the death of my father, I had seen her decline in both health and happiness. The smile on her face never reached her cheekbones, then her eyes stopped lighting up like when she was with my father.

It was only a sign of urgency.

I needed to take the position as King as fast as possible, just to lessen the burden on my mother's shoulders.

Mother could reign- until I had married my wife and we both went through the coronation process. According to our constitution, a King could only be crowned and start reigning if he was married, making it impossible for me to reign as a single man.

Even though I absolutely hated the idea of marrying an absolute stranger, it had to be done. I would not go ahead and mess with anything that held great importance to our kingdom, especially rules written down in our constitution.

Having both a King and Queen who ruled together, gave its people a certain reassurance.

Of course, in a normal marriage a couple could lean on each other, but with the past, and even current relations of our kingdoms- we both would not get along until we learned to ignore each other enough to stand each other.

Mother had repeatedly emphasized that even a couple in an arranged marriage should get to know one another. Which led to the sudden decision to inform me and probably the Feronian Royal Family that the princess would arrive a week early, and so it meant that she was on her way here at this very moment.

Not that a week mattered much, because we would get married whether we were familiar with each other or not.

Weeks ago, I had ordered my closest men to look for information on the Feronian Royal Family.

Since this would be the end of the war, I would have to actually act like I wanted something to do with this marriage.

I needed to figure out how this family operated.

How exactly things would go after our alliance gets put into motion..

I was especially interested in the Princess.

The Feronian Princess was known to the public as the most beautiful woman of her kingdom. If correct, her intelligence was well praised by scholars who had both taught her, and gotten to know her over the years working for the Royal Family.

I laughed at the initial wording of my men's statement, then stopped.

Staring into the void as I came to a realization that I actually was getting married to her.

Not that I was jumping at the idea of being a married man, far from it...

With marriage came the coronation, and I still could not quite believe how my life had changed in mere months.

I had been having fun with friends and acquaintances, studying the world and traveling wherever my heart desired, until everything stopped that one day I received the devastating news of my father's death..

Even the war with Feronia and us had come to a halt, a truce I had pledged my mother to make something permanent with this marriage.

I move my gaze to the next piece of paper. It was a summary of Feronia's sources of income, through the years, a decline was very visible.

I distinctly remembered that agriculture had been their biggest source of income for decades now.

From the beautiful green fields, forests, and crops, to even their official title 'Feronia', everything was connected to how well they had done with keeping their grounds fertile, making their agricultural trade a staying economic success.

Even managing to do so during the war.

At the end of my parent’s reign , this deal was the most significant duty I could ever fulfill.

Our kingdoms would receive each other's most prized and valued aspects.

Valeron needs a Queen for me to actually start my reign. And Feronia needs the connection to end this war. They were losing big time.

Losing their precious land to us, and different acting rebel groups who disliked the ruling family, and their dwindling weapon supply did not help much.

The last time I had visited the Feronian palace was not an encounter I could remember as positive. Their palace was decent, but humble compared to ours.

Though, it had beautiful gardens where I had the opportunity to see the most breathtaking views of the land.

The first time I had been there was to accompany my father to a visit to their palace. It was before the war, before the heads of both kingdoms had sour feelings about one another.

Their Queen was a cold woman from what I could remember, her presence radiating darkness.

I had been young, but old enough to remember the abundance of flowers in all the corners of the big rooms. I was incredibly excited to finally meet a princess my age, only to be let down as I was told she wasn't allowed to leave her chambers.

Years later, I had never learnt the reason behind it. I did, however, remember the nasty look her older brother had given me.

Their Crown Prince was incredibly hostile, even as a teenage boy, like he'd known I'd snatch up his baby sister as my bride only a decade or so later.

It was incredibly interesting to think back on such a moment, since I had gotten to know that her brother was not often in the palace. Always sent away for schooling, never home for more than a couple of weeks.

With his baby sister getting married soon, I'd doubt big brother would miss out on our wedding.

I wondered if the Crown Prince knew about our marriage, he really could be classified as a coward if he let this happen, especially since he was known to vocally dislike us.

Had he thrown a tantrum like a child when he heard of our alliance?

The thought made me chuckle, I bring my hand up to my mouth, wiping the grin off my face..

I move my eyes to the old clock on the wall, leaning back in my chair. I had received word of my bride leaving her home this morning. With a carriage and a few trustworthy men my mother had sent.

'To make her feel comfortable and safe..' she had told me.

My mother was a sweet, sweet woman, despite all the hardship she'd endured in her life.

My duty as future monarch was to protect everyone close to me. Which also meant that I had to prepare to meet the Princess halfway on her long journey.

It would be seen disrespectful as Crown Prince to let my future wife and Queen make such rough journey alone.

But, I also was an impatient person, and if I wanted to meet my future wife before anyone else, I would take the opportunity to do so..

Getting up from the chair, I grab the small suede box from the wooden cabinet of my desk. Sliding it into the inside pocket of my jacket, I leave my study.

Wondering if my fiancée was as beautiful and intelligent as they said.

Two freaking birds.

Two.

They had landed on the few snacks I ate, flew into my carriage as I opened the windows for some fresh air, and one started attacking me for quite literally no reason while I took a short nap.

I had tried to fix my now messed-up hair, without any help or a simple mirror, it proved to be difficult. I just hoped it looked presentable at least.

I grumble as my carriage hits another stupid rock on the road. I was getting absolutely fed up with this journey. Which no one had prepared me for to be this- boring and long.

The roads were messed up, covered in mud. Not used to a big carriage led by two big, strong horses and about seven additional knights with their own trusted horses.

Two men on either side, two behind my carriage, and the lieutenant leading us. And of course, the older coachman making sure my carriage moved along.

After all, these roads were only used by knights until now...

The Valeronian Queen was definitely protective of me and did prepare a great deal for my long journey.

If only I were emotionally prepared..

I was completely alone.

Gianna would only arrive after my wedding to the Crown Prince- which made me bawl my eyes out when I realized that- just minutes before leaving.

From all the servants in my palace, I had chosen for her to join me in my new life as future Queen of Valeron.

But right now, I had absolutely no one to chat to, gossip with- or complain to..

Even with all my travel buddies here, Lieutenant Kent and his crew on the horses didn't look like the chatty types.

At least I had thought of bringing a single book. It had kept me entertained for a while. Though, all the bumps and rocks on the road made me nauseous and feel unwell- so I quit reading a while ago, it sat across from me on the opposite bench- challenging me to pick it back up.

"How long until we get to the border?"

I lean forward to move aside the curtain laid across the window. My eyes meeting with a knight. He had dark, smooth skin. Long, beautiful braids falling down his back, some shorter ones that had escaped from his hairtie, falling in front of his face.

If a simple knight looked this handsome, my fiancé could not disappoint me..

"We have already passed the border, Your Highness. Rest assured, we will keep pace, and stay aware..'

I give him a simple nod, before pulling the curtains closed.

We had already passed the border? I had left my homeland without even knowing? It must have been while I took my nap, because every forest looked the same to me, for me to realize I was in Valeron already..

The realization stung, a slight pinch in my chest as I pondered whether I should be upset or thrilled for something new.

So far, if I could turn this carriage back around - I would.

I missed the way Gianna and I talked each other's ears off.

My wondering thoughts keep me occupied for a while, until the carriage stopped in an abrupt halt.

Gasping at the quick stop, I slide off the bench, and in an attempt to save my behind- I move forward, falling onto my knees.

Yes, the carriage was brand-new looking, but there was no way someone had just made me fall onto a place my dirty shoe soles had been..

I take a deep, mortified breath, put my hands on the bench opposite me, and pull myself up.

If there was some- big fucking tree on the road, again I'd freak out.

"What just happened?!" I scream, my blood was boiling at this point. Knees screaming at me to sit down, I could even swear I scraped them so badly they were bleeding.

"Your Highness-"

No, yelling from my carriage alone wasn't going to cut it.

I grab onto the handle of the door, pushing it open, before stepping down onto the leaf-covered, earthy ground.

The orange leaves crunch and ripple under my feet, as I angrily stomp towards the front of the carriage.

"Why are we braking so hard?"

I point towards the coachman, scowling in anger. 

One more crazy brake, and I would hit my face against the leather benches.

What would it look like, the Princess having a facial injury at her wedding because the roads were so unprepared she fell on her damn face?

I scoff when the horses neigh, they were probably laughing at my predicament..

No response from the coachman, not even an apology or look, really?

"What is happening? Tree on the road? Another carriage? Cattle?"

My questions go unanswered again, and I sigh, placing my hands on my hips. Until I'm interrupted by a tone, not one of these men would dare to use against me..

"I'm not sure how to feel about being compared to cattle at our first meeting, Princess.."

My body goes rigid at the smooth, accented voice.

Suddenly, all sane thoughts had left my body and mind, if I even had any left. Leaving me frozen, scowl melting into a wide-eyed expression.

Considering the knight's sudden attention to the person speaking, and not an immediate reaction to defense.

It could be one person speaking.

The crunching of leaves only gets closer, and I almost hit myself in the head to get myself out of my stupid trance.

I run my tongue along my dry lips, blinking a couple of times before turning my body towards the noise.

Harsh wind blows past my face, and I shiver slightly as I look at whom the voice belongs to.

My heart skips a single beat when I make eye contact with him. The jittery feeling made me hold my breath like an idiot.

Handsome alone was not enough to describe his face..

Those deep brown eyes, staring into my soul with an intensity I could not even try to describe. He looked cold, but his simmering gaze could burn a hole into my face.

Crown Prince Jude stood next to his deep-brown-coated horse, eyes on mine.

It suddenly got incredibly hot, even though the temperatures had dropped in the forest. My face turning warm, cold wind making me notice it even more.

The knights greet him immediately, in the corners of my vision, I could see them lower their heads in respect, their horses following as if they could sense the Crown Prince's demanding and authoritative presence..

"Your Highness! We were not informed of your presence.."

Lieutenant Kent spoke up, bowing in respect before approaching him.

But the Crown Prince kept his gaze on me.

"What kind of man would I be if I let the respectable princess make the entire journey alone?"

He raises a single brow at me, nodding at his lieutenant dismissively before approaching me.

I pull my coat closer to my body, even though my skin burned like a flame..

"It seems like she already is fed up with your leading, Lieutenant.."

A slight, mocking grin forms on his plump lips, eyes slowly move down my frame, lingering on probably the bloodstains on the fabric on my light gray dress and coat.

"Your Highness.."

My eyes widen as he makes a deft bow, his hand reaching to take mine.

"I imagine you are quite frazzled as you meet your fiancé in the middle of these woods.."

You would imagine he would go ahead and kiss the back of my hand, but he only shakes it once, letting go of my limp hand, making it fall back to my side.

Okay, rude.

I stare at him for a little too long, before replying.

"Crown Prince, as you just said, I was not made aware you would accompany me in the last hours of my journey to the Palace. It is great to see such chivalry..”

Woah, I had never spoken like this before, apart from my long etiquette classes..

I guess they really did have a purpose..

He chuckles, he fucking chuckles at my carefully created response...

"Are you always this pronounced?"

What?

"Excuse me?"

He shakes his head once, stepping closer.

The Crown Prince leans down, his face inching toward my ear..

I turn my head, making him look directly into my eyes, challenging him to say his response directly to my face..

"A simple observation, do you always yell at your servants when things do not go your way?"

I tilt my head at his audacity.

Where did he get it?

"Do you always cut off carriages and endanger the occupants of them?"

I question, raising my brows in annoyance, a scoff leaving my dry lips.

His smirk only widens, and I already can start crossing off the predictions list Gianna made for me.

'#1. The Princess will punch the Crown Prince in the face..'

"Most people being driven in Royal carriages are aware of themselves and their surroundings, actually, Princess."

I gasp at his insult. Did I look like I was not self-aware or something?

Before I can even respond, the Crown Prince- or asshole now, turns towards the surrounding knights..

"There is a prediction of a rainstorm. We should get going before it hits us. Please keep in mind to be careful with the carriage, our Princess here gets flustered easily...."

He shoots me one look before walking back to his horse.

I was deep in enemy territory, and he showed me exactly that..

Turning around, I climb back into my carriage.

No introducing himself?

Not even a ‘nice to finally meet you, my fiancée and future queen. You saved my ass, I will die for you’?

This time my blood boils twice as much as before, and I wonder if I was even made for this..

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Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — The one where your first love, Jude, walks back into your life three years after breaking your heart.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x You (I wrote this with a black reader in mind but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 22.8k

Warnings! ANGST!!, Jude is a jealous boy lol , FLUFF!! childhood lovers (right person, wrong time), comfort person, black!reader, NSFW! SMUT (18+), oral sex (f & m receiving), protected sex (for once),

Preview

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Kayla breezes out first, heading straight for the bar where a group of people are huddled on the sofas.

You linger in the elevator doorway, taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights and loud conversation. The group is made up of mostly men, and they seem to be having the time of their lives. You recognize Aisha and Brooke but not anyone else. They turn when they spot Kayla and you, their heads swiveling as a single entity.

“Hi!” Kayla calls, waving enthusiastically, already halfway to them.

Your feet feel like they’re rooted to the spot, but the moment the guy at the center turns to look at you, you immediately snap out of it. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, all time freezes. You feel the air get sucked out of the room and everything around you disappears until it’s just you and him.

Jude.

It’s him. You're sure of it.

You’d know him anywhere. Those eyes, that jawline, the curve of his smile—it’s all etched into your memory like a brand that never quite fades. It doesn’t matter that three years have passed. If anything, the time has only made the image sharper, more defined, more impossible to forget.

And yet, seeing him in the flesh now is like a punch to the chest. Your heart slams against your ribs, your breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat.

You need to leave. You need to get out of here. The thought comes fast and loud, almost drowning out the pounding of your pulse in your ears. But your body doesn’t listen. It betrays you, freezing in place, feet glued to the floor, eyes locked on him. Everything else fades into a blur—Kayla’s bubbly laugh, the music thrumming through the room, the chatter around you.

“Hey! Who’s this?”

The voice cuts through the fog, yanking you back to reality. Your face burns hot, a stark contrast to the ice crawling up your spine. You force yourself to look away from Jude, peeling your gaze off him like tearing off a bandage.

“I’m Y/N,” you manage to say, your voice quiet, hesitant, almost like it doesn’t belong to you. “A friend of Brooke’s.”

The group gives polite nods of acknowledgment, and for the first time, you notice them properly. On either side of Jude stand two guys who look like they’ve stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine. One of them, tall and broad-shouldered with dark dreads and a mischievous grin, gives you an easy nod. The other, slightly leaner with perfectly waved black hair and dimples so deep as he smiles at you.

“Y/N, this is Eduardo and Kylian,” Aisha chimes in, gesturing toward them.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Likewise,” they reply in unison, their grins as effortless as their charm.

Despite their friendliness, you can’t focus. Your gaze flickers toward Jude and away just as quickly. It’s like trying to avoid staring at the sun—it’s impossible not to feel his presence, the weight of his silence, the tension that crackles in the air like a live wire.

Jude hasn’t said a word. Not a single syllable. But when you dare to glance at him again, you catch it, a flicker in his eyes, the brief clench of his jaw. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but it hits you like a gut punch.

He doesn’t want you here.  

The thought crashes over you, heavy and suffocating. It’s stupid, irrational even, but it feels so real that your chest tightens. The air seems thicker, harder to breathe. You turn sharply, nearly colliding with Kayla in your rush to move.

“Whoa!” she exclaims, steadying you with a hand on your arm. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lie, the words tumbling out too quickly, too forcefully. You try for a smile, but it feels weak, unconvincing. “I was just going to… uh, get a drink.”

Kayla doesn’t look convinced, her brows knitting together. “Are you sure? I can come with you—”

“No!” you say, louder than intended. You catch yourself and shake your head, laughing awkwardly. “I mean, no, it’s fine. I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright…” Kayla says slowly, clearly skeptical, but she doesn’t push it.

You make your escape, weaving through the crowd with your head down, avoiding eye contact. You can feel him watching you. You don’t need to turn around to know. The weight of his stare presses against your back, hot and relentless, and it takes everything in you not to look over your shoulder.

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-Bianca

[paucubarsisimp]

being a girl includes staying up till 3AM bc it’s already past your bedtime to read more “x readers” because you know you’re going to miss your alarm anyway.

[afterglowsainz]

Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻

jealousy | jude bellingham

obsessed with this concept already !!

summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it

warnings: none

word count: 738

a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3

you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.

“someone dm you.” he says.

his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.

“who?”

“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.

“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.

jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.

“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.

“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.

when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.

some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.

he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.

“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.

you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.

“sure.” you say.

he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.

when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.

“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.

“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.

“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.

“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”

“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”

jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.

[suni-writings]

Stop hating me.

jude bellingham x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

+18!! mdni

(content warning: smut, fingering, unprotected sex [have safe sex pls])

ps: it's been a while since i wrote smut pls be nice about it

“Bellingham, we shouldn’t-”

“Save your regret for later, princess,” he cut her off, quickly finding her lips into a sloppy kiss.

Pinned against the wall, with his muscular body pressed against hers, she knew salvation wouldn’t come. There was no god, no force of the nature that could stop what was bound to happen. That could stop them.

“We both are going to regret this,” she mumbled between the kiss, her voice hoarse and low, panting. Why was she even trying to deny it?

“Jesus, princess. Can you shut your fucking mouth for a second?” He asked with a small smirk, his breath sparse. “So feisty. Always wanting to have the last word, always wanting to control everything…”

As the taunting words left Jude’s mouth, his right hand started moving slowly. From her neck to her collarbones, to the valley of her breasts, to her lower belly, applying just enough pressure to hear her pant once again. To hear her losing control, losing her morals and everything she had ever believed happened between them.

“Let it go,” he whispered in her ear, his plump lips brushing against her ear and gently biting her earlobe. “Let it go, doll. Let me take care of you.”

Everything was a mess. This wasn’t the moment nor the place for this to happen. She wasn’t even supposed to do as much as look at him. But something about his unbuttoned social shirt and his now wrinkled suit, the intoxicating smell of his expensive cologne and that goddamn smirk of his made her brain stop working, being guided by something so primal that she had yet to understand.

“It’s- a fucking club bathroom. Anyone could come in-”

Jude just groaned, annoyed and frustrated. He knew he had chosen the only woman who wouldn’t want to take him tonight – but he also knew that was merely a façade. If she thought he didn’t notice her lingering stares, the way she’d hold her breath next to him whenever she was slightly caught by surprise and the desire in her eyes, she was so wrong.

“Let them fucking come. They’ll see me and leave in the same instant. I don’t fucking care if there’ll be headlines about my behavior tomorrow.” He said, staring into her eyes, his tone firm. “Let me take care of you. Know you need it. See right through you, princess.”

She opened her mouth to come with a smart retort, but he was quicker. Jude’s hands went to the back of her thighs, suddenly pulling her and lifting her of the ground with ease. Guiding her to the sink countertop and gently placing her there – perhaps the only gentle act he had and would have throughout the night.

“The more you talk, the more I’ll want to shut you up,” he warned her with a husky tone, his finger under her chin to make sure she was looking at him. “And that’ll just make me tease you more and not give you what you want.”

She gulped and gave him a small nod. She’d never say it out loud, she’d never give him the pleasure of agreeing with him. So difficult, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, he was more than pleased with the challenge of making her scream his name to prove otherwise.

“Good,” he said, his thumb tracing her bottom lip as she looked at him. Uncertainty, desire and frustration placed behind her eyelids. He could see all of that. “You’re so pretty. So desirable,” he whispered, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his breath. “Wouldn’t want you spending the night with anyone else. It’d fucking kill me, princess.”

She barely remembered how they ended up in that bathroom. How they went from barely looking at each other to this closeness in the span of a few hours. She knew she had drunk as much as him – they wouldn’t be there otherwise. Not when they’ve always claimed to hate each other. If they were in their right minds, they wouldn’t even be in the same room.

She remembered having a man hitting on her as she drank. He was attractive, for sure, but nothing that would make her give him any attention. She remembered smoking her strawberry mango vape when Jude abruptly took it out of her hand when he wasn’t even that close a few moments before. His tight grip on her wrist, not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep it there, guiding her away from the man, was something she couldn’t forget.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She asked him with annoyance as he guided them to a more secluded spot. God, she hated admitting it, but he looked so good in formal clothes.

“Taking you away from that fucking douchebag that was eating you with his eyes,” he retorted, the anger clear in his tone as he gave her back her vape. She quickly put it in her purse. “You have to stop smoking that crap, as well.”

“I’m sorry, but since when did you feel entitle to control my life in any way whatsoever?” She asked with a sarcastic smile, annoyed at his attitude.

“If you think, for a second, I’d let you leave the club with that guy, with someone that’s not even close to your level-” he stopped once he realized what had said. He licked his lips and sighed, his hands resting on his waist as she looked at him with confusion.

“Who would be close to my level, then?” She asked with crossed arms, tilting her head.

Jude just gave her a small, cocky grin that he always carried with him. Thank God for his drinks, because only then he’d have the courage to retort her so easily.

“Who do you think, princess?”

After that, it was all blurry. A mix of tongues against each other, the taste of his strong drinks, his cologne, his hands pulling her closer. The anger, the frustration, the desire – until stumbling upon the bathroom because they had no other choice when lust controlled them so easily.

The feeling of the cold tiles of the countertop and Bellingham’s confession brought her back to the moment, looking into his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to leave the club with him,” she said, her eyes falling to his mouth. So, so close that she could reminisce the taste of it. “I wasn’t going to leave the club with anyone.”

Jude seemed rather pleased by her reply, his body finding a way to be even closer to hers. Despite always trying to say they hated each other; it was always the same – like magnets being drawn. All they had been doing, this whole time, was prolongating the inevitable. He was fucking tired of it.

“Good,” he whispered, his hand slowly travelling to the insides of her thighs, dangerously close to her warmth. She held back a whimper and he grinned at the sight. It was almost as if she was already coming undone from a single movement. “Wouldn’t want anyone but me to have the privilege.”

She looked up at Jude, suddenly realizing how big he was, how easily he was towering her and she could barely see past his long shoulders. With a sudden movement, her arms were now resting on his shoulders, caressing them.

“Need you to say it’s mine, darling. Would you do that for me, hm?” He whispered in her ear, expecting a tantrum, some remark to show how bratty she was. But his fingers were too close to her core for her to even come up with something that smart.

“That what is yours?,” was the best she could come up with, acting innocent despite the way her voice cracked.

Jude, in response, only looked deeply into her eyes as he pressed two fingers to her covered warmth, feeling the damp that was formed.

“That this is mine.” He spoke lowly, pressing his fingers even harder, earning a gasp from her as her eyelids shut, as if she was still trying to hold herself back. To gather some self-control.

“It’s yours,” she whispered. Jude thought about demanding her to speak louder, but it was already so much than he ever expected her to say.

His middle finger tossed her underclothing to the side, his index finger already moving over to her clits with enough pressure, in slow, circle motions.

“Already so wet, princess. All that denial and for what?” Bellingham chuckled lowly, almost as if as taunting her, as if his own underwear wasn’t feeling extremely tight. “Tell me what you want.”

She sighed. She had been holding back for so long that she decided that it wasn’t time to play around anymore.

“Want you to fuck me,” she said, looking into his deep brown eyes in a silent plea.

And how could he ever deny her anything when she was looking at him like that?

He inserted two digits into her core, moving them around her walls, trying to know which spot pleasured her the most just from the way she had to shut her eyelids strongly. She felt so warm and looked so desperate that the bulge in his pants became even more apparent, if that was possible.

“I wish I could just slam myself into you right now,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers began to distance from each other inside her, scissoring her slowly as she gasped. “But I need to get you prepped. Don’t want to hurt you that much.”

When Jude said, her eyes fell to the prominent bulge, realizing how big he actually was and whimpering just from imagining. He chuckled against her ear as she clenched around his fingers, knowing exactly what went on inside her head.

After realizing she was almost about to cum on his fingers, Jude took them off her and she whimpered again at the sudden emptiness. He sucked his fingers as the other hand undid his belt in a single, quick motion. She rushed to help to unbutton his pants, and even more eagerly to help him take his underwear off just enough so his cock would jump out.

As it sprung out, she watched it in all its rigidness. It was bigger than she expected, and his tip was already leaking with precum. It hit her, then, that Jude was just as vulnerable and desperate as she was.

Her hand quickly grabbed his cock, moving slowly and spreading his precum around it so her movements came with more ease. To his own surprise, he moaned, not being able to hold back anymore.

Jude gripped around her wrist, taking her hand away from his member and lining his hips with her entrance. His tip teased her once, twice, threatening to finally go inside her. Eager and impatient, she moved her hips, so he was finally inside her.

He moved slowly as she felt like she was burning from inside out, having a hard time adjusting to his size. As he finally bottomed inside her, Jude gave her some time to get used to it. When she gave him a small nod, that’s when he started moving.

“Shit,” he mumbled in her ear, trying his best to not go too hard. She clenched around him, whimpering and moaning, not bothering anymore to hide a single sound. It was driving him insane. “You feel so, so good.”

“Jude,” she called him out, her eyes closed. He thought it was the prettiest sight he had ever seen – her hair all messy, her dress wrinkled, panting and desperate. If he wasn’t in the same state, he would be taunting her. Usually, that was how he was. But, for some reason, it was different with her. He needed to be inside her.

He didn’t even realize when exactly his thrusts became harder and erratically. He only knew that because she was moaning his name more often, louder.

When he accidentally hit her sweet spot, she saw stars behind her eyes, arching her back and rolling her eyes. God, if she had more of this, she would drool. She couldn’t think – not at all, not when he was slamming into her walls like that.

“Jude, I’m-” she clenched tightly around him, and he moaned.

“I know, baby,” he was panting as well. He needed to make her cum, and perhaps, more desperately, to cum. He didn’t know for how long he could handle it. “Cum for me, princess. You’ve been such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Cum.”

It felt more like he was ordering than praising, but, as soon as she came, he spilled inside her walls.

“Fuck,” Jude said, trying his best to grab for air as his head fell to her shoulders. She caressed him softly. Even though they were both a mess and could barely breathe, he chuckled from her act. Smirking, he looked at her and said: “Was that all I needed to do for you to stop hating me?”

[siddhigirls]

casual

pairing: jude bellingham x afab!reader

warnings: angsty

jude puts on his shirt while you sit with your knees to your chest. you and jude have been messing around for a few months in secret. “goodbye y/n, i’ll call you later” he says kissing your forehead, you didn’t even say bye back.

—

“jude.. i really like you. i’ve been liking since i’ve first met you when we were teenagers.” you finally admitted, he said nothing back. “say something..” you say slightly embarrassed.

“i like you back.. but i’m not ready for a relationship” he lied through his teeth. jude was always attracted to you, physically but he was never a relationship guy ever since his ex cheated on him. “i can’t be in a relationship but we can do relationship stuff..” he says looking away, you wanted him so bad, even if it meant he can’t be yours, at least you could have his affection. you agreed. ever since that night your friendship was broken. every time you guys hung out, it ended with both of you guys, kissing, intimately holding each other.

you always knew jude was a heart throb with all his fans, it physically hurt you to watch him get all this attention, you were once posted on his instagram and his little bereals but everything of you on his instagram was taken down and you guys rarely even hangout without it ending up sexual.

—

you and jude’s parents were always close and his parents always loved you. they invited you for dinner just to catch up but, as always, jude fucked you in the bathroom, although you didn’t really want him to fuck you the way he does, he fucks you because he wants to, not because he’s in love with you. in the back of his mind he has other girls lined up. you guys went to the dinner table and you were oddly quiet, although you spoke when spoken to.

why are you so bitter rn? lighten up baby

the text made you straighten up and changed your demeanour for the rest of the night.

‘anything for him’ you thought to yourself

—

jobe, jude’s little brother called you. he always loved you and thought you were the right girl for jude, he often talked sense to jude but jude turned a blind eye to it.

jude wiped his mouth after eating you out, this was the first time you guys ever did something so intimate, “just casual?” jude says

“i know baby, no attachment”

—

you were done, you’ve been draining yourself for months and months just to make jude happy, he was your first everything. so, every time he texted you, you ignored him.

he took advantage of how much he liked you, and you’d never think he would do something like that.

hey, can i come thru?

miss u

why r u ignoring me

mate wtf

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you shut off your phone, you were relaxing in your silk pyjamas, scrolling mindlessly on tiktok.

you heard a knock at your door, despite it being really late you recognized that specific knock. you opened the door to face jude, you looked at him with no expression, jude was always really bold and vocal so instead of saying something he pushed you out the way to let himself in your loft. he was watching the window looking at piccadilly circus, watching the rain hit your windows. you sat down on your couch and he follows. the silence was thick, you don’t even wanna look at him because of how embarrassed you were. “what’s wrong baby..” he says softly, moving closer to you. you wanted to touch him so bad but you held back. he started kissing your shoulders and neck as he tries to take off your shirt. “no..” you say pushing him off.

“what did i do?” he exclaimed “im tired of you stepping all over me jude. i need you to leave” he left without a pause, didn’t even try fighting for you but that just shows you that he doesn’t deserve you.

present

it was new year’s eve. you haven’t spoken to jude since that moment where you didn’t have sex with him, you stood up for yourself and he didn’t expect it. your instagram wasn’t that big so every time you posted on your story you saw him lurking. he was still watching you from far, scoping out when he could contact you.

you could care less about what he does, you deleted everything that was associated with him. during your healing stages you missed him so much to the point where you’ve completely stopped watching football. his brother often messages you trying to see if you were good, even as going as far as calling his own blood a complete dumbass, but your heart was so heavy and full of love that you told him to not speak ill of his older brother.

his parents were well aware about what happened between you and jude, and it was safe to say they were on your side but understandably kept their distance because they still want to have loyalty for their son.

you were on a date with another guy and you were both sitting inside of an italian restaurant in front of the window with the view of the street, you were in the heart of london, giggling and sharing a bottle of wine. his smile bringing butterflies to your stomach, you haven’t felt like this in so long. the streets were filled with drunk, and loud people, it was a minute till count down so you and your date got up and went to the bar to celebrate the new year with a kiss.

3..

2…

1…

you and your dates lips touch as you melt into his embrace, you forgot about everything bad in the past year. the kiss was short yet so passionate, you pulled away looking into his eyes and you felt a pair of eyes burning into your skull, you look across the room; your stomach dropping with a pair of familiar eyes looking at you with disbelief. you turn away bringing your date back to your table.

jude was hurt, you moved on to better things meanwhile he was left in the dark, he had no one else to blame but himself.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

When I look through the tags after a long day and there's no fics waiting for me

[joaosnovia]

❦ - kiss of life

summary:: 5am, extremely rainy morning in madrid except your boyfriend, jude thought bringing an umbrella was unnecessary.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: so this is the second fic of the song x player blurbs and i lowkey love writing these do you see me cooking bro… these are sm easier esp w my mocks starting soon so i’ll try and get a few produced !!

tags: @barcapix

The rain started halfway through the walk home. You weren’t expecting it, of course, but Jude had insisted you’d ‘be fine without an umbrella.’ Now, the two of you were drenched, trainers squeaking against the pavement as you half-jogged through the empty streets.

‘You’re such an idiot,’ you muttered, wiping water off your face.

Jude just laughed, his hair plastered to his forehead. ‘C’mon, it’s not that bad.’

‘It’s freezing!’ you shot back, pulling his hoodie tighter around you. It was far too big for you, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but at least it was warm, though it now smelled like wet fabric and regret.

Jude stopped suddenly under the awning of a closed café, catching your wrist to pull you out of the rain. ‘Alright, drama queen,’ he said, grinning. ‘Let’s take a break before you blame me for catching pneumonia.’

‘You’d deserve it,’ you huffed, crossing your arms.

His grin widened. ‘You’d still take care of me, though.’

You gave him a pointed look, but he was right. You always did.

Leaning back against the brick wall, he tilted his head, watching you quietly for a moment. ‘You know, you look kinda cute like this.’

‘Like what? A drowned rat?’

Jude chuckled, shaking his head. ‘No. Just… you. You’re always cute.’

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. ‘Don’t think flattery’s gonna stop me from yelling at you when we get home.’

‘Noted,’ he said, stepping closer. His hands slid into the pockets of the hoodie you were wearing, tugging you toward him. ‘But for now, let me enjoy this.’

You raised an eyebrow. ‘Enjoy what?’

‘This,’ he said simply, dropping his forehead against yours. His voice was softer now, almost drowned out by the rain. ‘You. Us. Moments like this.’

For a second, the cold didn’t matter. The rain didn’t matter. It was just Jude, his eyes on you, his touch steady, his presence enough to make the world blur around you.

‘You’re lucky you’re cute,’ you murmured, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

He smiled against your mouth. ‘I know.’

And as the rain fell, you let yourself get lost in him, knowing he was your safe place as much as you were his.

[insidekatmind]

Bet in Madrid final part~Jude Bellingham

Pt.4

Plot: While on holiday in Madrid with your friends, you notice Jude Bellingham, Vinícius Jr, Rodrygo and Mbappé in a bar. Your friends challenge you: you have to ask Jude for a kiss, or you will pay for dinner.

It’s been five years since that night when you and Jude first met. Five years filled with love, achievements, and dreams woven together to create something truly unique. Your career as an artist has skyrocketed: exhibitions in prestigious galleries, features in international magazines, and now your name is synonymous with beauty and creativity.

But your greatest masterpiece isn’t on a canvas or in a sculpture. The most significant creation of your life is growing within you. You’re pregnant, and the child you’re expecting is the ultimate symbol of the deep and passionate bond you share with Jude.

You’re sitting in the garden of your home, a serene place that feels far from the chaos of the world. The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting playful light over your growing belly. You’re holding a paintbrush, trying to capture the tranquility on a canvas, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Jude.

As if sensing your need for him, Jude appears in the doorway to the garden, wearing that smile that won you over years ago. “So this is where you’re hiding,” he says, walking toward you.

“I’m not hiding,” you reply with a smile, setting down the brush and looking up at him. “I’m creating.”

Jude sits beside you, placing a hand on your belly. “You’re always amazing, you know that?” he says, his tone soft and filled with admiration.

You laugh quietly, resting your hand over his. “And you’re still my number one fan.”

“Forever,” he replies, gazing into your eyes with that depth that always makes you feel safe.

You both stay there for a while, savoring the stillness of the moment. Jude leans in and kisses your forehead, then your lips, with a tenderness that melts your heart. “I can’t wait to meet him,” he murmurs, referring to the baby.

“Neither can I,” you say, your voice full of emotion. “But you know what? I think he’ll be special because he’ll grow up in a home filled with love.”

Jude wraps his arms around you, pulling you gently into his embrace. “And with a mom like you, he’ll be the luckiest kid in the world.”

You close your eyes, letting yourself be enveloped by his presence and the warmth of the moment. Life isn’t perfect, but with Jude by your side and a new chapter about to begin, you couldn’t wish for anything more.

THE END