#jude bellingham x reader

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paris looking real good this time of year

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A Little 'Act II' SMAU

Jude Bellingham x Reader SMAU | Following the 'Act II' fic

( with a slight nod to ‘Ours’ but only for context)

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🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 PART FOUR | A Bit More 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Y/N.xx Consentida 💅 view all 409 comments…

User09 I like that you never post him in the first three pics as if we’d stop looking after that 😭😭😭 User99 WHAT ABOUT THIS DO YOU TWO THINK IS A SECRET ATP? WhitneySmith I knew you were there but I kept quiet out of loyalty… ↳Judebellingham Cheers Whit 🤝 User85 So you just post him now like this? Bold 😭 User45 Oh okay… she like lives lives with him fr User788 I wasn’t coping well slide 6, then slide 7 came… and then I hit 8 and 9 and I felt genuinely sick. User83 Lowkey want her to drop the filter preset, location, and shoe link. highkey want her gone JudeBellingham Can confirm🪽 Everybody think you shy…👀 ↳ User63I need to lay down every time he comments… ↳ User91 Is no one else clocking the fucking LYRICS here?!? User10 You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore huh? Trentarnold66 photographer of the year award🫡 @/judebellingham ↳Judebellingham I try, I try User45 hun bffr User27 Like… she’s fine. Annoyingly fine. Aesthetic is lethal. I'm mad. Jobebellingham caption should’ve been ‘got to be with the best bellingham’ or sum like that. ↳ Y/N.xx Should I change it? 😏 ↳ JudeBellingham Only if you’re referring to me, angel User01 okay but who are you hun??? Why are you with these boys??? Louis98 Once again… take that kit off 🤬 Louis98 🔴🔵 Allez Paris 🔴🔵 User612 Not to be that person but they’re gonna get married. ↳User323 No. No. No. 😠😠😠 Shut up, shut up, shut up! User87 I can’t do this today. I’m too fragile for this level of confirmation. User051 Okayyyyy spanish mamá 👏👏👏👏 User14 idk who she is but she’s in his kit and that’s power. User000 Still not tagging him? Now Miss Girl…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Make You Smile - D-Block Europe, AJ Tracey🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Winnie.Baby1 No Tantrums 🇪🇸✨ view all 214 comments…

WhitneySmith The fomo has never been more real… 😩😩😩 User50 They’re at his house right? Like that’s his pool? ↳User67 Y/N and Jude so bad at hiding lol ↳User499 Are they really trying though? Y/N.xx Wifey wifey wifey. 🔒 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Hold my hand for life xx Y/N.xx But also delete slide 9 rn… ↳Winnie.Baby1 the people deserve to know you get carried home like a princess User40 Winnie, girl… you’re outing this entire relationship btw… Trentarnold66 You’re literally the queen of tantrums but sure lol… ↳Winnie.Baby1 But am a lot of fun sooo 🤷‍♀️ User56 Every slide is like a new level of ✨soft reveal✨of Y/N and Jude’s relationship. ↳User400 FR like thanks queen! You’re an icon for this. Judebellingham Should I be worried about slide 3? ↳Winnie.Baby1 Very. Jobebellingham Crazy how slide 2 looks like my bros house 👀 User88 Hands were held. Plates were shared. And you think we weren’t gonna find out? DeniseBellingham2 Loved having you sweetheart xx Camavinga You should come with a warning 😵‍💫⚠️ ↳ Aurelientchm Je te l’avais dit, fréro! ↳Y/N.xx Roh ta gueule… 🙄 ↳Trentarnold66 Good luck lads 🫡 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Rude^^^ We just know how to have a good time User400 Jude fangirls just go ahead and jump to slide 9 to cry…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Long week. Good times. Better company. view all 1,543 comments…

Aurelientchm T’es artiste maintenant, fréro? ↳Y/N.xx He wishes… ↳JudeBellingham Don’t need to be, I got one…😏 User34 Be serious bro. The soft launch is over. Trentarnold66 Not a shot you drew on that table 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx He tried tho 🥺 User700 Erm… so posting the same song as her 👀 Tobybishay Delete before they find her User56 Tag your muse bro. Just need to see if this is worth your string of shite performances ↳User81 No face, just vibes and they’re calling it love lol. JobeBellingham Put my mum down 🤬 Winnie.Baby1 Crazy… my friend also was just at Reina Sofia 👀 User30 ok but whoever she is… she’s giving. I’m obsessed. User62 You posted these for what? You’re breaking my heart! I thought we had something! 💔💔 User099 CAMA… 😭 I’m unwell.... Y/N.xx who me? 🪽 ↳JudeBellingham always. User09 Nah we been knew. we just needed the confirmation… User17 Jude… let’s be honest right now. ↳User60 Guys he doesn’t have to confirm everything. Maybe they’re friends. ↳User131 😂😭😂😭😂😭 Girl don’t… WhitneySmith Take good care of her please xx

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📍Home | [🎶Baddies - Aya Nakamura, Joé Dwèt Filé 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Bonjour 🚬 view all 409 comments…

Ritzparis Toujours un bonheur d’être ta maison loin de chez toi, ma chère. ↳Y/N.xx Mon endroit préféré. Des bisous xx ↳User81 AKA her and Jude stayed there 😅 User818 SLIDE 3 is gonna make me cry WhitneySmith I don’t have the vocab to describe her either @/judebellingham ↳Louis98 relou is the word I think of ↳Y/N.xx or beautiful?? User98 she’s letting us see 5% of her soft life and I’m still unwell User342 she’s glowing like she didn't just ruin my non-relationship with my man 💔 Jobebellingham @/judebellingham self absorbed much? ↳Trentarnold66 Coffee with your face on it is a bit much lad User87 this is what it looks like when a situationship turns soft and serious ↳User09 Still don’t think they’re serious… ↳User93 Stay delusional hun it’s the safest xx Aurelientchm Toujours aussi belle toi. Someone finally sorted it out User01 Pause. Zooming in on every single slide. I’m losing it! User45 She’s literally soft-launching his entire existence I fear Winnie.Baby1 Bellingham Baddie 👀👀👀 ↳Y/N.xx Winnie… Don’t. User09 Ok so Jude just happened to be in Paris the same week. right. Total coincidence. Judebellingham Mon ptit ange, t’abuses 😮‍💨 ↳Jobebellingham Bro you did not type this shit 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx So was it @/camavinga or @/aurelientchm 🤨 ↳Camavinga 🫣 ↳Judebellingham Little collab with my g 🤝 User09 That text screenshot is sending me into a spiral omg. Maman103 Home suits you. So does Paris and peace. ↳Louis98 How poetic maman ahah 😂 User24 He’s in her lap and I’m sobbbingggg. Make it stop 😫😫😫 Trentarnold66 kop me a pair of those wb sambas while you’re at it User88 she forgave him and now we all have to live with the subtly all over again User71 she’s so pretty it’s actually offensive and now she’s dating jude?? i’ve had enough.

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📍France | [🎶 Arc de Triomphe -Aminé🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Merci la vie. view all 2,093 comments…

User12 Look at the lighting. The styling. The care. This is a love post disguised as aesthetic User89 Girl’s got him on the road more than Real Madrid does lol K.mbappe Gros son 👍 ↳Y/N.xx Tried to get him to play KYKY2BONDY ↳Judebellingham There’s a line to be drawn, angel…. ↳K.mbappe 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx “faut le salaire de Jude de Brum” doesn’t really have the same flow tho does it… ↳ Aurelientchm Don’t do my bro like this on the internet… even if it’s true 😭 User000 Jude heard international break and said bet I’m off to France for my girl. User238 This loverboy era better come with a 20 goal season lad… 👀 Camavinga Tu connais les bails toi 😤 ↳Judebellingham You lot need to stop commenting in French! I don’t know what you’re saying. Thanks mate. ↳Camavinga Your captions in French teubé. Y/N will translate that one for you bro User511 This is a man trying so hard to not say he’s in love, he had to switch languages User75 He posts like he wants us to know but also wants to protect her 🥺 Louis98 Ignoring the L’Arc song for now… 🤨 User23 Oh she’s definitely behind the camera. Look at that smirk TobyBishay Amor huh? User67 This post is what happens after a 4am apology and a flight direct to CDG Winnie.Baby1 Did you switch your DuoLingo subscription to French? ↳Judebellingham Nah, I got a tutor 😉 User01 Posts 3 hours apart? They think we’re dumb FR 🙄 Y/N.xx Weird how you didn’t post the part where I won 🎱 ↳Judebellingham Thought we agreed what happens on that table stays off the feed… ↳Y/N.xx What happened on that table stays between you and me, hmm? ↳Judebellingham Might need another round though so what you saying 😉 ↳Jobebellingham erm… please take this offline thanks 🤢 User45 her slide said “come find me,” his said “already did.” WhitneySmith Okay, bone structure 👏👏👏 User18 We went from tension to tenderness and i’m just here crying over two people I don’t know 😫😫

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 Her -The American Dawn🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Weekend for the best girl who's going to be the best mama 🥹 view all 409 comments…

User60 They’re having a baby?!?! My head’s on mars… User78 THE TEXTS?!?!?! FROM HIM?!?! I’M GONNA PASS OUT… Judebellingham Slide 5’s unfair. you knew i’d see that and call immediately 😮‍💨 ↳User81 Man said he missed her voice in that screenshot but clearly something else too 👀 ↳Y/N.xx you were already calling x ↳judebellingham Stop playing angel… I got 2 matches then I’ll come find you. ↳ User81 “you were already calling x” “I’ll come find you” STOPPP they're in love. i’m gonna scream User010 if y’all don’t see what’s happening here… baby fever is about to hit the Bellingham house next… ↳ User44 I renounce this. Trentarnold66 Thanks for taking care of my girls! Lucky to have ya auntie xx Maman103 Si beau xx Jobebellingham Guess I didn’t get the look 🙄 Invite me next time for the wine at least. ↳WhitneySmith @/Jobebellingham You could’ve drank for me!! ↳Jobebellingham See! I would’ve been a help if nothing else… User09 Nah this whole post’s just a soft launch of Jude’s future 😂We see the vision Louis98 champagne, carbs and chaos. It’s all very you, ptite sœur. Can't believe @/whitneysmith has to miss out on the bubbles now... User344 He HAD to have been there before camp I know it. WhitneySmith Thank you for the most angelic weekend. How will my baby girl ever top her own shower?? 🥹🥹🥹 User09 Can we please acknowledge that this shower is a literal Vogue spread?? she’s not a regular auntie she’s the auntie User22 No bc why is Jude’s game on in slide 9 💀 Girlie… it’s your besties baby shower! ↳User71 Maybe because the baby daddy was also playing in that game lol… Winnie.Baby1 Going to be the best auntie with me xx ↳Y/N.xx Iconic aunties 🤝 User01 The setting? The soirée?? Whitney’s pregnancy? The soft launch of Y/N’s actual secret life in france?? Give me a minute. Aurelientchm Who knew Burgundy turned up even for baby showers. Congratulations @/Whitneysmith and @/Trentarnold66 ❤️ User93 The way jude is FOAMING in this comment section… baby he’s down bad for you 😭😭😭

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 For My Hand - Burna Boy, Ed Sheeran🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others WhitneySmith Dropped T at St. George’s with half my heart and some luggage, then I carried the rest and our baby girl all the way to France, where @/Y/N.xx and @.Winnie.Baby1 gave the most beautiful shower I’ll never forget 🤍 view all 1,093 comments…

User800 WHITNEY IN THAT OFF-THE-SHOULDER DRESS 😭😭 girl you are the Pinterest board Denisebellingham2 The most beautiful mama <3 Y/N.xx Still crying. You are the most beautiful mummy already. There is so much love waiting for this baby. SO beyond easy to celebrate x User45 can someone make a moodboard for this entire baby shower? like urgently Trentarnold66 Most gorgeous mummy in the world already. We’re so lucky you’re ours, baby xx User78 brb adding “curated intimacy” to my pinterest board. you’re not real. User566 The necklace 😩😩😩 Maman103 Ma fille, you were glowing. You deserve every flower, every sip of champagne (well…sparkling juice), and every ounce of this joy ✨ User50 No bc imagine being flown to France, pregnant with TAA’s baby and your best friend is dating Jude Bellingham… like wtf Ma7ell From Club nights to Château showers. What a fucking ride. Gonna be the sickest mum, Whit. My G 🤝 User812 The tablescape. The lemons. The white linens. I am physically unwell from how perfect this is 🫠🍋🤍 Jobebellingham T as in Troy?? ↳Y/N.xx Stop it rn 😭😭😭😭 User72 I need her exact skincare routine and whoever designed this garden party to adopt me Winnie.Baby1 I love you so much it actually hurts 🥹 Thank you for letting us shower you with love. You’re deserve everything. Judebellingham never thought i’d have fomo over a baby shower but here we are ↳Y/N.xx fomo of the shower or of being with me? 👀 ↳Judebellingham Fomo the second I left your side. ↳User02 i’m obsessed with how jude and y/n are just flirting across everyone else’s posts like we can’t see them 😭😭 Louis98 Look beautiful Whit. So happy for you.

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[🎶Life' is Good- Future, Drake🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham On and off the pitch. Focused where it matters most. view all 2,543 comments…

User11 this what a healthy relationship + a midfield pivot w/ Trent does to a man. Footballerfits Those boots are too fresh broski 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 User50 Y/N and Whitney in burgundy. Trent and Jude in England. The math is mathing. ↳User82 While the girls are away the boys’ll play! DeniseBellingham Proud of you xx User10_1 Form is 🔥, drip is sharp, heart is clearly GONE. User40 the green Goyard… did Y/N not have that exact one in her story last week?? i’m SICKKK Trentarnold66 Sick soft launch lad. You're still late for training rn though… User0 wait… the text screenshot… missed who exactly 🤔🕵🏽‍♀️ Y/N.xx Focus on making that next flight pls xx ↳User9o9 WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT ↳JudeBellingham Coming to see you soon. promise i’ll make it up to you properly 👀🛫💭 ↳User45 ok but the way they talk like no one else can read the replies?? like we’re not all RIGHT HERE 😭 User1a6 can’t lie she’s got bro doing IG story drafts & emoji placement. respect. WhitneySmith Tell your girl thanks for carrying me (and this baby) through a dream weekend 💌 User000 This is the most "i’m in love" grid i’ve ever seen. blink twice if she’s holding your phone rn. Tobybishay Bro’s got Amour on the wall again. 0 shame in his game User67 “missed you today” YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY JUDE BELLINGHAM. User66 Lad is carrying england AND emotional damage for the nation rn. Jobebellingham Tell my parents I say hey… User90 is that graffiti in france??? where y/n is right now???? oh we’re locked in User100 JB and TAA sharing the pitch while their girls are playing house in a chateau… cinematic universe levels. User87 Girl has him posting “Amour” on the walls. She’s ruined my midfielder. ↳Y/N.xx two goals in three games is far from ruined 👀 ↳User87 YO wtf!?! 😭😂😭😂 Catching heat from the missus. User311 Future captain energy. Baller on and off.

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📍Heaven | [🎶Real Love Baby - Father John Misty🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others WhitneySmith The best thing We’ve ever done. A whole month with our whole world Teddy Alexander-Arnold 🧸🤍 view all 4,005 comments…

Judebellingham favourite uncle already. don’t test me. 🍼 User29 TRENT HOLDING HER IN THAT PIC 😭😭😭 I CAN’T BREATHE User66 no because I really thought Trent was dating Jude... like actually. Ma7ell you mean to tell me I have to compete with this face for attention now??? Tough. UserA0 I’ve never loved a stranger this much 🥲 Denisebellingham2 She’s perfect, Whitney 🧸 Better be good to those girls, @/trentarnold66 ↳trentarnold66 Got it 🫡 User49 the LEGS? the CHEEKS? the NAME?? i’m feral. Tobybishay Valid excuse to miss last England match... User81 no like she’s an angel. and she knows it 😇 User7777 So that's why he left Eng camp early... Go on lad 👏 💀 Trentarnold66 My girls 🧸🤍 ↳Judebellingham Daddy like Trent you know 😂😂😂 User190 okay but this post has baby fever written in cursive across it. i’m not well. Winnie.Baby1 SOBBING I’m SOBBING User93 TRENT. HAS. A. BABY. WHO ALLOWED THIS?! WHO?? 😭 ↳User40 He did evidently lol User81_ the way she’s already prettier than all of us. User40 YOOOOOOO TRENT’S A DAD???? AND SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM I’M SCREAMING Y/N.xx I’m sobbing. my entire heart lives in this post 🤍Teddy girl I can’t wait to meet you!! User201 WHITNEY. SHE’S PERFECT. crying actual tears 😭🕊 User8 someone check on Jude. he’s gonna show up in matching outfits with her next week ↳Judebellingham On the next flight fr tho…

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📍With him | [🎶Pretty Face - Tory Lanez🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Pretty. view all 233 comments…

User45 EUGH….just say you're in love and go JudeBellingham That slide is a vio. JudeBellingham Absolutely not, angel… User60 That hand on the waist is POSSESIVE… Winnie.Baby1 oh we’re POSTING-him posting him 😭 UserQB Jude Bellingham has a GIRLFRIEND????? User23 WHO LET HIM BE THIS SOFT?? User87 I feel too hurt by this. I NEED TO GO OUTSIDE RN. WhitneySmith Crying at the song and the pillow marks User500 not the waist grab… this is more tactical than his Madrid debut Jobebellingham Incredible work 🫡 User88 bro went from box-to-box to heart-to-heart 🥲 User922 THE WAIST PIC. THE PILLOW PIC. THE HANDS. I’m not okay. User56 …the pillow imprint? oh he sleeps THERE? I’m crying. TobyBishay Nah. This boy is finished. User60 deleting my account. UserNA NOT THE HANDS ON HER WAIST NO NO NO User91 I’m gonna throw up this is so intimate K.Mbappe Tu fous quoi en Bourgogne, frère? Bondy c’est au-dessus 💅 @/judebellingham ↳User111 Not Kyky in the her comments ↳Y/N.xx Better people 😉 ↳K.Mbappe pfft. User888 Now girl... the location is rude. User37 this is the type of love that ruins you for life User1 the handhold. the way she LOOKS at him. I can’t do this. User723 This is the softest man in football history I fear. Trentarnold66 Tell your boy to respond to my message. Tryna contact my child's uncle and he's gone rogue... what time do you lot land? User84 this man flew to France to be soft. we’ve lost him User101 they’re the kind of couple that shares headphones and don’t speak for hours 😩

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[🎶Eleven - Khalid, Summer Walker🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham 111 🪽 view all 2,012 comments…

User40 She made him a Paris boyfriend. This is what luxury rebranding looks like. User77 Just say you’re obsessed Y/N.xx Can you bring me a water 😘😘😘 ↳Judebellingham Lazy. But yes, angel. ↳User78 right in my face? this is so fucking sick User00 this is exactly how you post when you’re down bad Jobebellingham “she’s cool” was the biggest fucking pisstake 😭 ↳Trentarnold66 “yeah, it’s chill lad.” No it fucking weren’t 😂😂😂 User4_ her hiding on a pj pic broke me in ways I can’t explain. 30,000 ft in the air alone with him and your hiding! GIRL?!?! Winnie.Baby1 it’s giving: she beat him at pool and then kissed his cheek 💅 ↳Judebellingham No she didn’t… ↳Y/N.xx well... don’t lie, baby. User90 there’s love in that mirror pic. like…unfiltered, soul-level love User70 That damn green Goyard? She’s the main character Aurelientchm On t’a perdu frérot 😂 I knew the second you said she was french you were done. ↳Camavinga Game was over before it even started… User50 no one talk to me. Jude Bellingham is someone's boyfriend User81 Serious question… you think the girl has enough pull for him to put in a transfer request to stay in Paris? ↳Louis98 Beh voilà! I’ve been trying. @/Y/N.xx have a word with him. Frrrr. User40 he’s not just holding hands. he’s holding a life with her User781 my manifestation candles? blown out User000 this is the kind of love that ruins you for anyone else. Careful bro. Tobybishay A man that’s been quiet in the chat for days… User101 Jude's not even looking at the camera in half of these. He’s looking at her. WhitneySmith If I speak… 🤐 User89 Who taunt this man about angel numbers.... User111 Yo… she gives WIFE energy icl ↳Judebellingham 👀 ↳User56 oh he’s cooked. he’s GONE. she’s got him for LIFE. Trentarnold66 Gonna tag her or nah? ↳Jobebellingham fr ↳Judebellingham You lot are pissing me off… User999 DONT BE FUCKING RUDE 👜👜👜 User123 pic 7 is CRAZY bro 😭Shameless.

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[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?”

[blowndrip]

paring : jude belligham x reader

summary : Sent to capture Madrid’s soul for Real Madrid, meet an unexpected person in a hidden alley. As your lens frames his world, stolen moments blur into something more. But fame and ambition threaten to overexpose your heart.

YOUR PERSPECTIVE :

You adjust the lens of your camera, squinting through the viewfinder at a vibrant graffiti mural in Lavapiés, one of Madrid’s most eclectic neighborhoods. The sun, blazing high at 10 a.m., paints golden streaks across the cobblestones, making the turquoise wings of a painted bird seem to shimmer. This is it, you think, this is Madrid’s heartbeat. You snap the shot, the shutter’s soft click like a heartbeat of its own. Your camera, a trusty Nikon you’ve had since you were 18, feels like an extension of you. No fancy name, just your partner in capturing the world.

Six months ago, you left Lyon, trading a soul-sucking graphic design job for a freelance photographer’s life in Madrid. The city’s chaos—its vibrant streets, its mix of old and new, its people who live like every day’s a celebration—called to you. At 24, you’re chasing a dream to make it big with your photos, and somehow, you’ve landed a gig with Real Madrid. Not shooting sweaty players on the pitch (leave that to the sports photos with their giant lenses), but capturing the soul of Madrid for a promotional campaign. “Show us the city no one sees,” the brief said. You live for this kind of challenge.

You stand, brushing dust off your ripped jeans. Your notebook, stuffed with scribbled ideas and sketches of potential locations, peeks out of your canvas bag. You’ve already scouted a dozen spots: the chaotic El Rastro flea market, a forgotten rooftop in Malasaña, a hidden fountain you stumbled on by accident. Today, you’re in Lavapiés, hunting for the raw, unfiltered Madrid—streets where old men play dominoes in smoky bars and walls burst with art like they’re shouting stories.

“Ugh, come on,” you mutter under your breath, your French accent slipping out. A gaggle of tourists has parked themselves right in front of your mural, snapping selfies and ruining your shot. You roll your eyes, tug your backward cap lower, and head down a quieter alley. Your sneakers scuff the uneven cobblestones, and the air smells of fresh coffee and fried churros. Madrid, you’re too much, you think, a grin tugging at your lips.

The alley is narrow, lined with ochre walls where ivy clings like it’s holding on for dear life. You stop at a weathered wooden door, its lion-shaped knocker rusted but regal. The sunlight dances on the wood, casting shadows that look like a painting come to life. You lift your camera, tweaking the focus to catch every crack, every glint of rust, every whisper of history. Click. The sound is your victory song.

“Hey, you’re stealing my secret spot!” a voice calls out, deep but laced with amusement.

You nearly drop your camera, spinning around to face the intruder. He’s tall, wearing a grey hoodie and a cap pulled low, with a smirk that says he’s used to getting away with things. His eyes sparkle with mischief, but there’s a warmth there that catches you off guard. Some local trying to play cool? you think.

“Your spot?” you shoot back, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, buddy, but this door’s public property. And you just wrecked my shot.”

He laughs, a warm sound that echoes in the alley. “Wrecked your shot? You’re the one squatting my hideout. I came here to chill, and now I’ve got a rogue photographer on my turf.”

You cross your arms, sizing him up. “Rogue photographer? That’s cute. I’m just doing my job, not chasing tabloid gossip. And you are… what, the king of random alleys?”

“Maybe,” he says, leaning against the wall with a grin. “You got a name, photographer?”

You open your mouth to answer. “Y/N—” But before you can finish, a scooter roars past the alley, its engine drowning out your voice. You wince, and when the noise fades, he’s looking at you, head tilted.

“What was that?” he asks, still smiling. “Sounded like… Yawn? Nah, you don’t seem boring enough for that.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Nice try. I said—”

Another scooter zips by, louder than the first, cutting you off again. You throw your hands up in frustration, and he bursts out laughing. “Okay, okay, I give up,” he says, holding up a hand. “I’m just gonna call you… Snap. Yeah, Snap, ‘cause you’re always clicking that thing.”

“Snap?” you repeat, pretending to be offended. “That’s the best you’ve got? And what’s your name, Mr. Alley King?”

“Jude,” he says simply, his eyes glinting like he’s holding back a secret. “Just Jude.”

You study him. He’s too comfortable, too confident, like someone who’s used to being noticed. But there’s a genuineness in his smile that makes you curious. Whatever, you’ve got work to do. “Alright, Jude,” you say, turning back to the door. “If you’re done claiming public property, I’ve got photos to take.”

“Hang on,” he says, stepping closer. “What’s the deal with your project? You’re out here hunting for… what, exactly?”

You hesitate. You don’t usually spill the details to strangers, but there’s something about his curiosity, the way he leans in like he actually cares, that makes you talk. “I’m working on a campaign,” you say. “Gotta capture Madrid, but not the touristy stuff. The real deal—hidden corners, secret vibes, the kind of places you don’t find on postcards.”

Jude’s eyebrows shoot up, impressed. “That’s cool. And this door’s part of the ‘real Madrid’?”

“Exactly,” you say, a spark of pride in your voice. “It’s got stories in its cracks. What about you? Why are you hiding in alleys like some fugitive?”

He chuckles, but there’s a flicker of something—maybe exhaustion—in his eyes. “Let’s just say I needed a break. Too many people, too much noise. This alley’s my spot to breathe.”

You tilt your head, intrigued. “Too much noise? What are you, some rockstar dodging paparazzi?”

“Something like that,” he says with a cryptic grin. “How about I help you out? I know some spots in Madrid even your fancy camera hasn’t seen.”

You laugh, adjusting your cap. “You? Help me? You look like you’d get lost in your own backyard.”

“Don’t underestimate me, Snap,” he says, pretending to be offended. “Come on, let me show you something better than this door.”

You hesitate. You’re not one to let random guys tag along on your shoots. But there’s something about Jude—his easy charm, his playful vibe—that makes you curious. Plus, he might actually know some killer spots. “Fine,” you say, pointing at him. “But if you waste my time, I’m making you pose for the most embarrassing photos ever.”

“Deal,” he says, his smile so bright it could light up the alley. “But I’m warning you, I’m not camera-friendly.”

Yeah, right, you think, noticing how the sunlight catches the sharp lines of his jaw. Focus, Y/N.

/

You and Jude wander through Lavapiés, him leading the way with a confidence that makes you wonder if he really does own these streets. You trail behind, camera around your neck, stealing shots of the neighborhood: a kid kicking a ball against a wall, a woman hanging laundry from a balcony, a neon sign flickering above a tapas bar. Jude’s surprisingly good company, pointing out details you might’ve missed—a faded mural, a cracked tile with a flower pattern. He’s chatty, tossing out stories about Madrid: the best churros he’s ever had, a park where he jogs at dawn. You half-listen, too busy framing shots in your mind.

“So, you’re French, right?” he asks, dodging a stray cat that darts across the path.

“Yep. Lyon, born and raised,” you say, crouching to capture a sunlit cobblestone. Click. “You’ve got an accent… English?”

“Birmingham,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But I’m in Madrid a lot these days.”

“Birmingham to Madrid? That’s a glow-up,” you tease, standing up. “You don’t get lost in these alleys?”

“Never,” he says with a cocky grin. “Except maybe today.”

He leads you to a hidden courtyard, tucked behind a crumbling wall. Ivy drapes over the edges, and a small fountain gurgles in the center, its stone worn smooth by time. Sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Your photographer’s heart skips a beat. “Okay, you win,” you murmur, raising your camera. Click. Click. Click.You circle the fountain, chasing the light, capturing the way it dances on the water.

Jude leans against a wall, watching you work. “You’re in your own world when you shoot,” he says, half-laughing. “It’s like nothing else exists.”

“That’s the point,” you say, not looking up from the viewfinder. “When I’m behind the lens, it’s just me, the light, and the moment.”

He nods, like he gets it. “Kinda like when I’m… doing my thing. The world fades, and it’s just you and what you’re chasing.”

You pause, lowering your camera. “Your thing? What, you’re a poet now?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, just… something I’m good at. But you, Snap, you’re something else with that camera.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” you say, but you’re smiling. “Alright, sit by the fountain. I wanna try something.”

“What? No way, I told you I’m not photogenic,” he protests, but he complies, perching on the fountain’s edge. You adjust your lens, framing him against the ivy, catching the way he looks at the water with a quiet intensity. Click. The shot’s perfect—raw, unguarded, like you’ve stolen a piece of him.

“Not bad,” you say, checking the screen. “You sure you’re not a model?”

“Stop it, Snap, you’re gonna make me blush,” he says, but his grin says he’s eating it up.

/

The morning flies by. Jude takes you to two more spots: a spiral staircase covered in neon graffiti and a tiny café with walls plastered in old bullfighting posters. You shoot nonstop, your notebook filling with ideas for the campaign. Jude’s having fun, suggesting ridiculous poses (“What if I pretend to climb the staircase like Spider-Man?”) and asking about your camera’s settings. You’re surprised by how easy it is to talk to him, like you’ve known him longer than a few hours.

“Why photography?” he asks as you both sip coffees from a street vendor, leaning against a wall.

You shrug, cradling your cup. “It’s about catching moments that don’t come back. A split second where everything—light, feeling, story—lines up. What about you? What’s your ‘thing’ you’re so mysterious about?”

He smirks, dodging the question. “Let’s just say I’m good at running around. You’ll figure it out.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Vague. Keep your secrets.”

You keep exploring, the sun climbing higher, the streets buzzing with life. Jude’s a natural at spotting details—a shadow, a texture—that make your shots better. But you notice how he tenses when people stare too long, like he’s worried they’ll recognize him. What’s his deal? you wonder.

“Gotta bounce,” he says suddenly, checking his phone. “But this was fun, Snap. Show me your photos sometime?”

“Maybe,” you say, playing it cool. “If you stop crashing my shoots.”

He laughs, scribbling his number on a napkin and handing it to you. “In case you need a tour guide. Or someone to carry your camera.”

You take the napkin, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really selling yourself, huh?”

“Nothing better than getting lost in Madrid with a photographer like you,” he says, his smile so bright it could outshine the sun.

/

Back in your tiny Malasaña apartment, you upload your photos to your laptop. The day’s shots are stunning: the door, the fountain, the graffiti. But it’s the photo of Jude by the fountain that stops you. There’s something in his eyes—strength, but also a flicker of vulnerability—that hits you hard. Just a good shot, you tell yourself, shaking it off.

You flip open your notebook, jotting down ideas for the campaign. But your eyes keep drifting to the napkin with Jude’s number. Who is this guy? On a whim, you google “Jude” and “Madrid.” Your jaw drops.

Jude Bellingham. Real Madrid’s star midfielder. Twenty-two, face plastered on billboards, millions of followers. Articles rave about his skills, his charm, his life under the spotlight. You lean back, stunned. I spent the day shooting with a freaking superstar?

You look at the fountain photo again. Crap, Y/N, what did you get yourself into? This Real Madrid gig was already a big deal. But hanging out with Jude Bellingham? That’s a whole new level of complicated. The campaign brief was clear: “Keep it authentic, no media circus.” And now you’ve got a viral-worthy photo of a global icon and his number burning a hole in your pocket.

You groan, dropping your head onto the table. Okay, Y/N. You’re a photographer, not a fangirl. You’ve got this. But deep down, you know this chance encounter just changed everything. And you’re not sure you’re ready for what comes next.

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A /N: lmk you liked it :) 💕

[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.

[t44ovely]

Madrid or Monaco?

’Jude Bellingham & Charles Leclerc

Summary: Love triangle between the young sport stars and a girl, who only has to know Madrid or Monaco? Or both? Request by anon’

Word count: 2,3k

Trope/tw: Love triangle, angst, tiny amount of fluff.

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20.7.2024 📍London

You were gigling like angel or at least thats how it sounded to Judes ear. You two were sitting in a bar on the VIP area, Jude was telling you his mighty stories from his Dormund times while you were just being pretty and sweet listening him to talk.

”Your so beautiful when you laugh,” Jude says. You keep giggling, ”don’t you make me plush Jude,” you say hiding your face into his shoulder. ”You are trust me,” he says and races your face to look at him, ”kiss me” you say and then he kisses you again, like hundred time before tonight.

Someone glears his throat behind you, both of you seperate from the kiss and you turn around,

Charles Leclerc.

”Well hi y/n,” he says, ”it’s been a while. Hasen’t it?” He comes closer. You fully turn around staring into his blue eyes before Jude gets to say anything you answer to him, ”yeah it has. How are you? Hows the season going?” You ask Charles, like you wouldn’t know you watch every race just because of him.

He let’s out little laugh, ”you know how season is going, we talked few weeks ago and i know you still watch the races amour,” the nickname makes your stomach turn around, but it also makes Jude open his mounth, ”how do you know each others? Are you like a thing or something?” He asks.

”She hasent’t told? Wow y/n that’s wild, talking to two guys at the same damn time,” Charles says looking at you. ”Im not talking to you anymore, it’s just Jude.” You say looking back at him with a glare. ”Besides im not dating anyone so i COULD talk to both of you, but we are over Charles with you,” you continue.

Charles comes little bit closer again and says, ”we weren’t over a month ago when you were desperately kissing me in your hotel bathroom.” Jude clearly hears, because he let’s out very tired laugh, ”yeah im gon go, see ya when you know what you want y/n,” by that he walks away and out of the bar.

You don’t have time to say anything just stare, you look at Charles ”you peace of shit, you didn’t have to tell that so he could hear.” Charles takes you by the arm when your about to go, ”just wanted to remind you amour,” he let’s go of your arm and walks away too, leaving you stand there.

Only then you remember your last time together at Monaco a month ago.

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25.6.2024 📍Monaco

Charles was waiting for you infront of restaurant, you saw him standing there when you walked closer. Your heels tapping the ground and your white dress fluttered beautifully as you walked.

Charles raised his head just before you get to him, his eyes immediately laid into your dress and then into your eyes. Either of you didn’t say anything just a quick kiss and then you walked inside to the restaurant.

Waitress in the door walked both you to your table by the window looking to the sea. You sat down when Charles pulled out your chair for you to sit, you sat down he pulled the chair closer the table and went otherside to sit.

”you look beautiful” he wishperd, first words of the night and your stomach was already full of butterflies. You look at him into his eyes, ”you don’t look bad to yourself either,” you said.

The waitress came to you and gave you the menus. You looked them thuru in silence not the akward one, but the comfortable silence.

After few minutes Charles look at you, ”you ready amour?” He asked. You raised your head and nod. Charles called the waitress back to take your order, he said it’ll take about 20 minutes and walked away after you thanked him.

Charles just looked at you without saying anything, you looked at him and then both of you started smiling like idiots. Then you started laughing, Charles just smiled and said, ”you look so beautiful when you laugh.” You looked at him with a big smile, ”you look beautiful all the time Mr. Leclerc” you said letting a giggle out afterwards, which made Charles laugh too.

You kept talking for the twenty minutes before your food came and after that you barely had time to speak a word, because both of you just enjoyed eating the good food with each others. You shared few pites of each others foods to taste them, Charles had chose a good vodka pasta and you chose mushroom pasta. You shared a bottle of wine together as well, which leaded you being a little drunk.

After you ate, Charles paid the foods and took you by the hand. You got out of the restaurant and started walking towards your hotel, because of Charles early leaving tomorrow morning you said in a hotel in Monaco rather than at his place.

”I enjoy being with you,” you said to him. Charles looked down at you a little, ”me too y/n,” he said smiling raising his head to watch back were you were walking.

You got to your hotel and you stopped, Charles looked back at you, ”is everything alright?” He asked walking back to you. You lowered your head looking at your feets, ”could you come with me? For tonight?” You asked looking still at your feets.

Charles took your face to his hands, ”of course i can amour, i just have to leave early okay?” He said and asked keeping your face close. ”Okay,” you said and took him by the hand and walked to your inside the hotel.

You opened the door of your hotelroom and got inside Charles following you closing the door behind. You walked to the bathroom to take off your makeups, Charles walked with you and put his hands around you waist while you kept taking the makeups off and undoing your hair.

”Im too bored to take the shower,” you said when you were ready. Charles looked at you, ”can i take?” He asked. You nod, but then ”okay maybe i should too,” you said taking off your dress and letting it fall to the ground.

You stepped in the shower, Charles following behind you. The warm water running to both of your skins, Charles wrapping his hands around your waist kissing your shoulders and neck.

”That tickels,” you say letting out a giggle. Charles let’s out a laugh, ”i love your laugh,” your heart and stomach turns around. You slowly trun around to face Charles, you look deep into his blue eyes and then you kiss him.

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22.7.2024 📍London

You wake up when your phone rings. You slowly get up to see who it was, you take your phone out of the nightstand and see the name.

’Jude’

You think for a moment, should or should you not answer, but you press the green buttom and raise the phone to your ear.

”Hey y/n,” you hear on the otherside of the line, ”it’s been a moment,” Jude says. ”It has, sorry what happend in the bar,” you say, getting up from the bed and walking out off the bedroom to your kitchen.

Jude glears his throat, ”yeah it’s fine i understand i just hope your two are really over?” He asks. While making your morning coffee, you answer ”yeah it is and i really did enjoy our time together soooo…? I don’t know,” you say. ”well i know…” Jude says, then continues, ”let’s try out again?” He asks.

You start smiling, ”yeah? Okay, öömm should i come there?” You aks. Jude almost giggles, ”you should i book your flights and sent them to you, back clothest for like few weeks?” He says. You smile even more, ”i will, see ya then?” You say to the phone, ”see ya then princess,” Jude says and ends the call.

What the fuck just happend, you think when you set the phone to kitchen counter.

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13.8.2024 📍Poland

You and Jude spended time together almost two weeks, after you went back home for a few days he called you again if you wanted to come with him and the team to Poland Warsaw, game against Atalanta.

So here you are watching his game, the Supercup final against Atalanta. The game starts in an hour and your chilling in the family area, eating some snacks you have found in there and just sitting with all of other family and friends.

Your talking with one of the other girlfriends, even when your not Jude girlfriend people in the club know you by that. Suddenly your phone rings.

’Charles🫶’

You exsuse yourself and walk out off the family rooms door to the closes corner. You pick up the phone.

”Why are you calling Charles?” You ask, he hasen’t try to contact ever since the bar incident. ”Well hello you too,” he says, ”wanted to check on you, haven’t heard of you in a while.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, ”yeah you kind off ruined my things remember?” You say. ”I didn’t ruin anything? Your playing two games at the same time y/n. I really wanted us to work out, i don’t know what happend between us after the night back in June?” Charles says on the other line of the phone.

You look around feeling sad and angry, ”i know i wanted that too, but im now here with Jude i can’t do that to him,” you say before you continue Jude comes around to corner, ”hey darling.”

You look at him giving him a small smile, ”who are talking to? I triend to find you and Gabriely said you went here, you okay?” Jude says coming closer.

”Im fine, wait a second,” you say to Jude. He looks at you with a confussed face and then he realises who are you talking to, ”your talking to Charles aren’t you,” he more like confesses than asks.

You look at him with sad smile, but he speaks before you have a chance, ”yeah im gon go speak to your boyfriend alone,” and then he leaves. You didn’t have chance to explain or sat anything.

”You here? Y/n?” You hear Charles voice on the other line. You focus back to him, ”yeah im here, so when do we see each others again?” You ask.

—

25.8.2024 📍Netherlands

You and Charles traveled to Netherlands a good few days ago, because of Charles formula 1 raceweekend.

It’s already sunday which means raceday in the formula 1 world, you decided to wear something casual and facinating at the same time. You found this beautiful pink floral dress, which wasen’t too much to attract attention.

Currently you were walking to the paddock, Charles already was there of course to get ready for the race so you made your way to the ferrari hospitaly.

Walking there you see some people you know from the football world, few players with their partners. You quickly walk thuru all of people not in the mood to get regonized right now by someones who knew you when your and Judes thing was still going.

Thinking of Jude he has a game tonight, like always after your argument you still make time to watch his games just to see him play in the pitch makes your stomach turn around. What you did to him was not what you wanted, but Charles was probably the right choice in the end.

You finally get to the ferrari hospitaly and walk thuru the place so you could get to Charles drivers room.

You nock in the door and Charles calls from the inside, ”the doors open” and so you walk in closing the door behind you. ”Hey wanted to give a good luck kiss,” you said walking closer to him while he was sitting in the couch of the room.

Charles got up from the couch with smile on his lips, ”i need that” he said putting hands in to your waist and kissing your lips with intense.

You stayed like that for few minutes, kissing each others untill you break the kiss, ”you have to go Charles,” you say giving one last kiss to his cheek. ”Yeah, thank you for the good luck kiss amour, will you walk with me?” He ask taking his waterbottle from the coffee table, you nod and walk to the door.

You walk together to the ferrari garages, where the cars are, Carlos is already making his way to his car when you get there. You give one last kiss to Charles and let him go to get ready. You lean against the wall, in the lined area for familys, friends and other people in the garage.

Race starts in few minutes, drivers are making the warmup lap at the moment and after that the lights are out and the cars are racing.

The race ends amazingly, Lando wins for the second time in formula 1 and Charles gets third which means his in the podium. When the camera shows Charles car, his radio open to the TV. ”…. Can you send a messages to y/n?” Charles says in to the radio, ”yes i can,” … answers. Charles radio opens again, ”say thank you for being my good luck charm princess.”

The nickname ribbs of a piece of your heart, it reminds you of Jude. Few seconds passes, your phone rings, personalised ringsound you haven’t heard in a while.

Jude fucking Bellingham is calling.

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A/n: part two?

[trentsgirl]

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⟡ summary: you play a prank on your husband by asking him to step out of the room so you can change.

⟡ content(s): pure fluff, jude!dad!husband, quite brief, 400 words at most, so not proofread.

⟡ note: just a little scrabble, hope you enjoy. requests are open.

⟡ playing: idk tbh

⟡ masterlist.

FETCHING THE DRESS FROM THE CLOSET, you spun to face jude, who was sprawled out on the bed with little theo perched on his belly, attempting to wrestle with the buttons on his shirt, but failing miserably.

“babe, what do you think of this?” you inquired, showing off the fancy cocktail dress.

jude’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. he knew he’d be a complete idiot to suggest any other dress. even theo chimed in with a “pretty” comment, clearly a fan of the dress too.

“oh yeah, that’s the one,” jude nodded, his smug grin already giving away his stamp of approval.

with a suppressed smile, you playfully nibbled on your lip before requesting, “would you mind leaving so i could get changed?”

jude’s attention was initially occupied by theo, causing him to miss your question. however, as you repeated it, he snapped out of his daze and looked at you with a puzzled expression.

“what? why?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

you shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. “no reason, i just prefer not to change in front of you.”

jude’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. had he done something to upset you? did he unknowingly cross a line? after all, you had never shown any hesitation about changing in front of him before. heck, you didn’t even mind walking naked around him .

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he pressed gently, careful not to startle theo with his tone.

once again, you shrugged indifferently. “i don’t know... i just don’t want you watching.”

jude couldn’t help but find this whole situation ridiculous, considering he had seen you naked countless times. nevertheless, if you wanted him to leave, he would comply. but he still wanted to understand why all of a sudden it was an issue for him to watch.

“uh, did i do something wrong?” he asked innocently, giving you those irresistible puppy eyes.

your heart melted, unable to bear witness to his adorable confusion and distress. you sighed, struggling to maintain your composure.

he let out a huff, “come on, love, i witnessed you giving birth. this is nothing compared to that!”

unable to hold it in any longer, you burst into laughter, causing theo to join in with quiet giggles, but still audible enough for both of you.

“i’m just messing with you!” you exclaimed, hint of mockery laced your voice. he responded by rolling his eyes, knowing he should have seen that coming.

“i didn’t expect of you to take it so seriously,” you added, giggling even more, which only annoyed jude further.

clearly, he didn’t appreciate your little prank.

“you’re so mean, you know that?” he retorted, his voice tinged with sarcasm. he glanced down at theo, shaking his head. “your mother is so mean.” he told him, dead serious.

“oh, stop that or he’ll end up believing you,”

“i’m stating nothing but the truth.”

it was your turn to roll your eyes.

[footballerimaginess]

Head canon | Dating would include

It has been ages since I have written a dating would include, so i do hope this is okay. Word Count: 117

Always supportive towards you

You always travelled to games to support Jude and the Real Madrid team

Giving back massages (even though he always said he was useless)

Surprising you with flowers

Being the most caring boyfriend you could ever ask for

Knowing when to piss you off at all times

Getting on so well with his parents and brother

Jude making you watch movies despite you actually hate watching movies

Stealing your snacks but forever denying he took them

Drying your hair for you

Running you a bath with lots of bubbles

Being so thoughtful and adorable

Having evenings in bed, gossiping away about everything

Taking pictures of you all the time

Buying each other gifts

[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.

[qraceiuv]

a glimpse of an angsty jude oneshot i have in the drafts....

[wowzasliz]

dream ride and it’s just his back idc. i need him in so many ways. 👅👅👅

[v6quewrlds]

❝ darling, j. bellingham. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: your boyfriend jude has been nothing but sweet the entire time you've been together. who knew a number 10 jersey with his name on the back would affect him so much?

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: first lil fic for jude <3. partially inspired by the 3-0 win over greece, but if it happened at wembley instead. really tried with the brit slang, someone pls confirm if it's shirt instead of jersey lol. day seven of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, trent being trent, oral fixation (kinda), oral sex (69), american writing english people.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: jude bellingham x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.2k.

"You look stunning babes!" Tolami practically shrieked as your approached the cluster of WAGs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The group of stylish women, all dressed to the nines in various shades of red and white to support the team, were huddled together, greeting each other after several months away at their partners' respective clubs. You had gone all out for today's match, your nails painted in the team's colors and your hair styled in perfectly poised waves that highlighted your cheekbones and the delicate gold hoops that danced against your neck.

"Thanks, love," you replied with a warm smile, giving your friend a quick hug. "I couldn't be caught looking anything less than leng next to you."

You glanced around the exclusive VIP area, your eyes scanning the pitch where the players were beginning their warm-ups. The electric atmosphere of the stadium was palpable, the throb of excitement pulsing through the air. The scent of freshly cut grass and the distant murmur of the crowd grew louder as you and Tolami took their seats.

During the match, your eyes never left Jude. His agility and precision on the pitch were mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride watching him command the midfield. Each time he looked up at your section, his gaze searching for yours, you felt a flutter in your stomach. When he scored the game's second goal with a powerful strike from just outside the box, the women erupted in cheers, and you were on your feet, your hands covering your mouth in shock and delight.

After the final whistle, the team huddled together, their faces a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The crowd's roar was deafening as the players began to make their way towards the tunnel, and your heart raced in anticipation. He raised his hand up, gesturing for you to wait, and you nodded, your cheeks heating up under the ooh's of the other girls.

Once the team had disappeared into the depths of the stadium, you made your way down to the VIP lounge. The thrill of victory still hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the tang of energy drinks. You chatted idly with Tolami and Megan as you waited for the players to emerge from the locker room, your laughter echoing off the walls. When Jude finally appeared, Trent Alexander-Arnold by his side, your shoulder relaxed in relief.

"Y/N," the Liverpool man called out to you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "How's Jude holding up with that No Nut November bet? You keeping him honest, yeah?"

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a sigh at the juvenile banter that was a staple of the footballers' friendship. "Unfortunately, he's been a saint."

"It's only a matter of time before Trent gives up," Jude said, his own grin spreading as he approached the group of you. "Don't jinx it."

You playfully swiped at him, your eyes lighting up. "You know I believe in you."

Jude leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

As the two of you walked out of the stadium, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the heat of the game, Jude's hand found yours, his grip firm and possessive. The short drive to your flat seemed to take forever, the silence between you charged with unspoken thoughts. The streets of London were alive with fans, their cheers and chants a distant backdrop to your own private world.

Once inside, you slipped out of your shoes with a sigh of relief, and Jude's eyes followed your every move. He couldn't take his gaze off the England crest and his name emblazoned on the back of your shirt.

"You know, it's weird," he began, his voice a little rough. "Seeing you with my name on your back... it's like you're mine. Like, really mine."

You turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "Is that all it takes to make me yours?"

Jude took a step closer, his eyes darkening. "You know it's more than that, babe." He reached out, his fingers tracing the letters of his surname on the fabric of your shirt. "But seeing you wear this, supporting me with my name on your back, it just makes me want to show you off."

You felt a thrill run through you at his words. You stepped closer, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What's stopping you, Bellingham?"

Jude didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled you into his arms, kissing you with a hunger that surprised you. His hands roamed over your body, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, the warmth of his skin melting through the cool material of the shirt. You stumbled into the bedroom, your kisses growing more urgent as you went.

You broke away, your breathing heavy, and looked at him with a glint of challenge in your eyes. "You know, if you want to keep that bet with Trent..."

Jude's smoldering gaze stuck to your face as he peeled the shirt over your head, revealing the lacy lingerie you had chosen just in case. "We don't have to tell him," he murmured against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly as his voice rumbled deliciously down your spine.

With a laugh that was half moan, you stepped away from him, slipping out of your jeans. "You're so full of it," you said, your voice breathless with excitement. "You can't just cheat your way out of a bet. What's the point?"

Jude's eyes never left yours as he shed his own clothes, his eyes dark with desire. "Who said anything about cheating?" he murmured, advancing on you with a predatory grace. "I'm just saying, a man's got needs, and you're looking too good. Who am I to resist what's mine?"

You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine as Jude reached out, his fingertips tracing the edge of your bra. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, the air between the two of you crackling with sexual tension. "You're insatiable," you whispered, your voice a little shaky.

"Just for you," Jude said, his voice a gruff promise. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he kissed you again, deep and demanding. His touch was possessive, leaving no doubt in your mind that he meant every word. Your own hands roamed over his muscular chest, nails scraping lightly against his skin.

With a growl, he picked you up, carrying you to the bed as if you weighed nothing at all. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your body fitting against his like they were two pieces of a puzzle. The bedroom was a blur of movement as you tumbled onto the bed, the soft sheets contrasting with the hardness of his body. Jude's kisses grew more insistent, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his hands moved to the clasp of your bra.

The sound of the fabric giving way was lost in your muffled moans. His thumbs grazed your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, your skin flushing with desire. "Jude," you gasped, your voice a whimper of need. He broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed chest with a look that seemed to blister your skin.

Without wasting a moment, Jude's mouth found your breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before his tongue swirled around them. Your breath hitched, your fingernails digging into his back as the sensation washed over you. "Jude, more, please," you begged, your voice a throaty whisper. Jude's mouth continued its movements as he complied, his teeth tugging gently before his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling with a fervor that had your back arching off the bed.

Jude's hands roamed your body, his thumbs dipping into your waistband to tease the sensitive flesh just above your hips. Your hands weren't idle either, exploring the planes of his back, your nails scraping against the firm muscles as you pulled him closer.

With a sudden jolt of energy, you rolled the two of you over so you were on top, straddling him. "My turn," you whispered, your eyes sparkling with arousal. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw before you leaned down to kiss him, your teeth grazing his bottom lip before your tongue darted out to taste him. His hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening as you began to rock against him, feeling his length grow beneath you.

Jude's breath hitched as you kissed along his neck, your teeth scraping the sensitive skin just enough to make him shiver. He could feel the heat building between you two, the need growing more intense with every passing moment. "Serena," he groaned, his voice thick with want.

With a wicked smile, you slid off him, your eyes studying his face as you reached for his boxers. You took your time, enjoying the way his body reacted to your every touch. Finally, you pulled them down, revealing his hard length. You took him in your hand, stroking him gently, watching his reaction with a sense of power that thrilled you to the core.

Jude's eyes rolled back, his hips bucking upward as you touched him. "Fuck," he muttered, his hand coming up to cover yours, guiding your movements. "You're killing me, babe."

Your smile grew wider as you leaned into him, your breath hot against his skin. "Good things come to those who wait," you sang under your breath, your teeth grazing his earlobe. You kissed a trail down his chest, your tongue tracing the lines of his abs before finally reaching his cock. You took him into your mouth, the velvet heat of your lips wrapping around him, your tongue swirling in a way that made him groan.

His hands tangled in your hair as you took him deeper, your movements deliberate and teasing. He could feel the tension in his body winding tighter and tighter, the urge to push you down and fuck you senseless growing stronger with every passing second. "Babe, hold on," he ground out, his voice tight with restraint. "Sit on my face, 69. Wanna taste you."

With a light giggle, you complied, straddling his head. The scent of your arousal filled the room, making his mouth water as his tongue found your clit. You gasped, your movements faltering as you focused on the delicious sensation of his mouth on you. Your hand stroked him in time with his tongue, the sound of your moans mixing with the wetness of your desire.

Your body began to tense, your movements growing more frantic as you felt the orgasm building within you. Jude's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to devour you, his tongue flicking and swirling in a pattern that had you seeing stars. "Oh god," you whispered, your voice a hoarse plea.

Jude felt your thighs tighten around his head, your body shaking with the beginnings of climax. With a triumphant groan, he pushed his tongue deeper, feeling your muscles spasm as you came. Your hips rocked against his face, your tongue still working his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and with a final, desperate stroke, he too reached the edge, his body tensing as he released into your mouth.

You sat up, swiping your tongue across your lips, a smug smile playing on your face as you turned to face your boyfriend. Jude all but whimpered as your mouth fell open to reveal you had swallowed him completely. With a giggle, you watched as Jude lay there, his chest heaving, his eyes closed in bliss.

"All this over a shirt?" you teased, your voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement.

"It's not just the shirt," he murmured, his eyes finally opening to meet yours. "It's knowing that you're mine, that you're supporting me in every way possible." He reached up, his fingers tracing the outline of your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "That I'm the one who gets to take you home after games like this."

The words sent a thrill through you, and you leaned down to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. Jude's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his hands roaming over your body in a silent show of strength and possession.

Your bodies were slick with sweat, your hearts pounding in unison as you broke away, panting for air. Jude rolled you over again, his muscles flexing as he positioned himself above you, his cock still hard and demanding. "Round two?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

Your eyes widened, your chest heaving with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You're unbelievable," you whispered, but you didn't protest as he nudged your thighs apart. Jude's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with lust as he settled between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt the heat of him, the promise of more pleasure, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer.

[evcrmoresworld]

Let me make you feel good 𐙚

Jude Bellingham x Pop Star!Reader

nsfw [18+] warnings! soft dom!Jude, creampie kink, soft sex, emotional intimacy, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected, backstage sex, gentle possessiveness

summary, you've performed in sold-out arenas with the world at your feet for the months you've been on tour, but Jude is the only one who makes you feel like this. On the final night of your tour, he sneaks into your dressing room before curtain call, unable to keep his hands off you. You're glammed, trembling, and desperate. And he’s there to remind you exactly who you belong to.

There was a soft knock on the dressing room door. You didn’t have to ask who it was.

“Come in,” you whispered, heart already fluttering.

Jude stepped in and shut the door behind him, slow and quiet. He was in all black, hood up, cap low, the way he always moved through the stadium unnoticed. But his eyes? His eyes found you instantly.

“You look…” he breathed, taking a shaky step forward, “...fucking unreal.”

You stood in front of the vanity in your stage fit—tight, sparkly, tiny. Heels high. Lip gloss on. Hair pinned perfectly.

But the second he touched you, it all slipped away.

“You nervous?” he asked, voice soft against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

You nodded. “It’s the last night. It’s a lot.”

Jude turned you in his arms. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “You always do too much,” he murmured. “Always give everything. Just for once… let me take care of you first.”

You didn’t speak. Just leaned in, lips brushing his and that’s all it took.

He kissed you slow, deep, fingers sliding up under the hem of your outfit. You gasped against his mouth when he touched you, already soaked, already aching.

“Need me that bad, baby?” he asked, voice all silk. “You’ve got a stadium full of people waiting for you and you’re dripping for me like this?”

You whimpered, hips rocking forward, desperate.

“Jude, please…”

He didn’t rush. Just walked you back gently toward the couch, laying you down like you were something delicate. You clutched at his hoodie, eyes wide.

“I’ll be careful,” he whispered, kneeling between your legs. “You’ve only got a few minutes, I’ll be good, I swear.”

And then—

“Five minutes, Y/N!” your manager’s voice called from down the hall. “We need you out of here and heading to stage in five!”

You gasped, but Jude only smiled. “Perfect,” he said, pulling your panties down. “That’s all I need.”

He slid inside you slow, careful, stretching you sweetly. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, head tilted back in pleasure.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered, brushing your hair back as he rocked into you. “Don’t think about the show right now. Just let me love you.”

It was slow. Deep. Every roll of his hips a soft promise. He kissed your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, murmuring how proud he was of you, how beautiful you looked, how tight and warm you felt around him.

You tried to hold back tears, overwhelmed by the softness, the fullness.

“You gonna come for me?” Jude whispered.

You nodded against his chest, thighs trembling.

“Gonna let me fill you up?” he breathed. “Let my cum drip down your thighs while you’re out there performing like the star you are?”

“Please,” you whispered. “I want it—I want you—”

He picked up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster as you moaned against his skin. The feel of him stretching you, you squeezed around him causing a groan to tear from his lips.

He kissed you as you came, shaking around him. And he followed seconds later, with a soft groan against your lips, burying himself deep and staying there, not moving, not rushing, just holding you while you caught your breath.

When he finally pulled out, you were still twitching, still full of him, your body humming with everything he gave you.

You stood slowly, shaky in your heels.

Jude helped fix your outfit. Smoothed your hair. Wiped a stray lash away with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered against your temple. “Now go make them scream for you.”

You smiled, eyes glassy. “You gonna watch from side stage?”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

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

[jsprnt]

you and your boyfriend fight about how much less time he’s been spending with you

jude bellingham x reader

A/N: first jude one-shot after writing a 16 part series of him, let’s go!! based on this request!!

W/C: 1.936

"where are you going? you told me you were off today..”

you say, brows furrowed as you look up from your laptop. you're greeted by an obviously frustrated-looking Jude, dressed up and ready to go out.

"I am off today. I'm about to head out with the guys.." he says, opening the fridge, sticking his hand out, and grabbing a cold bottle of kombucha.

"oh.." you trail off, eyes gliding back to your laptop screen, words dancing on your word document.

you'd been fully focused on writing your essay for your university class. school had kept you incredibly busy lately, and you had only a matter of a couple months left before you could finally graduate.

jude had also been very busy with his career. long hours of training, his matches out of the country, keeping him from spending time with you.

you had found it difficult to even sit and talk together for more than an hour, because either you had to work on something for university, or jude needed to go out for his work.

you had not told him yet, but it drove you absolutely insane. before you both had moved to madrid for his career, you had a fair amount of time to spend with each other , but now that he'd transferred to real madrid- even a moment together felt impossible...

unbeknownst to you, you clench the pen in your hand tightly, trying hold yourself back from spitting out absolute nonsense.

your eyes flicker back to the kitchen when you hear jude rummage through the kitchen cabinet.

"what're you doing?" you ask, sucking in a breath, and getting off the chair you’re sitting on. walking over to him, and leaving your laptop behind on the dinner table.

"looking for a bottle opener.." he mumbles, opening a few drawers halfway, before closing them haphazardly.

"it's in the third one.." you mumble, mood noticeably down, as you open the drawer and hand him the silver bottle opener. 

"here.." you say, snarky tone slipping, even though you try your best to suppress it.

"what's up with you?" jude asks, opening his drink with a 'pop', before pouring the contents of the bottle into a glass. 

"nothing.." you mumble, not daring to look him in the eye, knowing you'll explode in frustration if you do.

"you're definitely hiding something.." he says, chugging his drink down, before slipping his phone into his back pocket, indicating he's about to leave.

the action triggers you instantly, and you look up, your eyes burning holes into his face.

"can you just go already? you're so eager to leave, just like every off day you've had for the past month.." you spit, fingers gripping the kitchen counter, as a scowl is plastered across your face.

jude pauses for a second, eyes widening for a moment, before he looks at you with furrowed brows.

"what are you on about? can I not enjoy my day off with my mates or something?" he asks, voice clearly upset. his brum accent is thick, annoyance showing as wrinkles etch into his forehead.

“no, it’s not like you’ve spent every single fucking day off with them or anything…” you raise your voice slightly, frustration rising up and making your face hot.

you knew that you’d messed up by raising your voice, but the amount of both sadness and aggravation that had been building up in your heart for the past month needed an outlet.

channeling your emotions into a proper conversation was definitely better, but jude wasn’t a clueless teenage boy anymore.

there’s absolutely no excuse for him to not realize how much time he’d been spending out of the house. neglecting his relationship- partially to both work obligations, and his own decisions to go out on his off days.

“really? you’re actually going to tell me how I should spend my days off? like I haven’t busting my arse to train, to be in top shape for the euros?”

the frown on jude’s face deepens, and his hands fall to his side. annoyance written all over his handsome face.

“oh, please. go ahead and think of why I’m saying this. use your brain for a second and think for me, yeah?” your voice is full of venom, and you turn around, slippers hitting the floor as you make your way up the stairs. leaving your boyfriend in the kitchen.

a scoff falls from his lips, absolutely astonished by the harsh words you’d spat. in the three years of your relationship- you’d never exchanged any harsh words like this before..

yes, you fought and had disagreements with each other, like many healthy couples. but, it had never gotten to the point of any of you using condescending tones and sharp words.

from the beginning of your relationship, communication and understanding were always important values for you both. though with how busy the both of you had been lately, you barely had any proper conversations, let alone upkeep the values, that kept you so connected to each other.

“y/n!” jude calls out, placing his half-full glass next to the sink, before dashing up the stairs, behind you.

“where do you think you’re going? hey, finish the conversation!” he says, grabbing onto your hand, before you can enter your shared bedroom, and can slam the door in his face.

“you don’t even care about what I say- so what’s the point? we’ve practically been ignoring each other for the past few- whatever weeks! and now you decide, ‘let me spend the day off with mates, and not my girlfriend- who I’ve been neglecting for so long’.”

you take a deep breath, trying to control your breathing as you spill all your thoughts and emotions.

jude’s body goes rigid, the grip on your hand slipping away. making your hand fall back against your side. his thoughts and rationality swirl through his brain, and he can only let out a sigh.

“you know, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just trying to have some fun, am I not allowed to have fun?” the words spill from his mouth before he can register them fully, and he almost clasps a hand to his mouth.

the words raise your blood pressure, and you feel the urge to scream at him becoming bigger.

“of course, being with your girlfriend of three years is so boring.. you need a new bitch to entertain you, so can have your ‘fun’. you don’t need a girlfriend who’s moved her entire life for her boyfriend. moved universities, left family behind- okay, jude.”

your breath hitches, tears of both anger and sadness threatening to fall. wet eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s chocolate brown ones.

“y/n-”

he begins, but you don’t spare him a single extra look, before stepping into your shared bedroom, and slamming the door in his face.

“leave..” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear.

you jump into your bed, bringing the covers up to your chest and place your head on your pillow. jude’s side empty, just like it had been often lately.

you rub your eyes, allowing the tsunami of tears to overtake your emotions. crying for minutes on end.

you feel both relieved and horrible. glad you could finally let the emotions eating up at you, for the past few weeks out. horrified, because you had just both yelled at your boyfriend and accused him of doing the most trust-breaking thing ever..

you sob until your eyes are red, and swollen. eventually falling asleep from exhaustion and energy loss.

you only wake up a couple hours later, feeling something cold and wet on your skin, mainly your forehead. opening your eyes, you’re immediately greeted by jude, sat next to you on the bed.

his eyes are mirroring yours, swollen and dark circles more pronounced than ever.

it’s obvious he’d been crying, and his attire had changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt.

he hadn’t gone out..

you shift your head away from his touch, only to realize he’s holding a wet cloth to your forehead.

“baby..” he breathes out, concern etched into his face, he leans down. other hand placed on your cheek. you don’t respond, waiting for your boyfriend to speak first.

“you’re burning up..” he finally says, lifting up the cloth before dipping it into a bowl on your nightstand. he squeezes the water out, wiping down the rest of your face, before placing the white cloth back onto your forehead.

“and- I’m sorry, I just need you to know that, while I try to keep your fever down. I’m sorry, darling. we’ll talk about it in a minute, I promise. you just let me take care of you..” he trails off, thumb caressing the soft of your cheek, before wiping down your face again.

“I’m- I have a fever?” you finally say, shifting and trying to sit up.

“yeah, must be from all the stress or something..”

the words are said quietly, laced with guilt and an apologetic tone.

it doesn’t take much longer, and you’re almost feeling suffocated due to the tense and awkward atmosphere. having enough, you bring your hand up to grab onto jude’s hand, stopping him mid-wipe.

“jude..” you begin, sitting up quickly, before he makes you lay back down. you grab the cloth out of his hand, throwing it into the bowl next to you.

“I’m sorry as well..” you can already feel the tears prickle in your eyes, and you clench your jaw, making your temples hurt.

“I yelled at you instead of talking normally, and- accused you of-”

you choke on your sobs, not being able to finish your sentence, before you feel jude’s strong arms wrap around your back.

he brings you closer, slightly cold hands touching your burning skin.

“no, I’m sorry, baby- don’t you apologize, hm..” he presses multiple kisses on your temple, fingers running up and down your back.

he allows you sob into his broad chest, touch and words comforting.

“I know you and I were super busy. but- I should’ve put in more effort to make plans, or even just make sure I gave you the attention and love you deserve, I’m sorry darling,.” his brum accent whispers into your ears, and you slowly calm down, hearing his words- made your feelings, feel valid.

“I unconsciously thought you’d be busy, so I made plans immediately without thinking of anything else..” he explains, hands running up and down your arms, finally rubbing circles on your elbows.

“I will never, ever in my life- for any other breath I take, hurt or ignore you like this..”

“I don’t ever want to make you feel unwanted or unloved. I love you baby, I’ve loved you since the moment you caught my eye..”

he leans back, wiping the remaining tears on your face, coming closer to place a kiss on your lips. not caring about the fact that you are sick..

“you got that, darling?” his voice sounds like honey, and you can feel your tears drying up slowly.

you nod, looking up and grabbing onto his hands.

“good, let’s lay back down, okay? you’re still burning up..” he helps you, chuckling when you grasp at his shirt, and bury your face into his chest again.

“you comfortable?” jude asks, running his hands down your side, and kissing your forehead.

you nod again, humming in response.

“okay, why don’t we lay down a little, and then we’ll have dinner, ‘kay?”

“deal..” you agree, soft touches lulling you back into a slumber, sweet words being whispered into your ear, helping you relax..