#jude's expressions are a little bit ;)

[rmadridcore]

Man Flu

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: Jude Bellingham may be a world class athlete on the pitch, but when a little flu knocks him down, he transforms into the world’s biggest drama queen.

Word Count: 1.1K

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Author’s note: I’ve been planning to write for Jude in a little bit, but I feel like a fun little fic about him would be a good idea now. The things right now are very confusing and overwhelming, so here is a little distraction for everyone. If you guys will like my writing about him, I have another Jude story coming soon, maybe a few more 🤭 Anyway, enjoy this one & let me know what you think 🫂💘

The sound of Jude’s violent coughs echoed through your shared bedroom. He had been up all night with a high fever, sore throat, and coughing so hard it sounded like his lungs were trying to escape his body. Snuggled into his blanket, he wore an utterly annoyed expression on his face.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Jude rarely got sick, he was always so healthy and cautious, but on the rare occasion that he did, it broke your heart. You had been taking care of him all day: bringing him medications, cooking for him, making sure he stayed warm, hydrated, and well-rested.

It would’ve been much easier if Jude hadn’t turned his plain old flu into a near-death experience. Sure, he hated being sick and hated missing training even more, but it was clear he was enjoying the rare opportunity to lounge around in bed all day with you waiting on him hand and foot.

The chicken soup you made was getting cold while you were desperate for him to start eating.

“Why are you acting like a three year old?” you asked, your patience wearing thin.

“I’m not hungry, and even if I was, I’m too tired to move my hand or my mouth. And it’s cold too,” he said, sniffling dramatically.

“Jude, I can’t give you the medicine on an empty stomach. You have to eat something,” you insisted, exasperated. He shook his head, burrowing deeper into his blanket cocoon until only his eyes and nose were visible.

This man was the most trustworthy and strongest person in your life. You were certain that no matter what obstacle life threw at you, he would handle anything and be there to hold your hand through every challenge. He had proven that countless times. Despite everything he had been through, he remained a top player and an even better human being.

But you had no idea how on earth he managed to turn into a sappy little baby the moment an ounce of virus entered his system. It was like watching Superman crumble at the sight of a tiny piece of kryptonite. The same man who could face down a stadium full of roaring fans without flinching was now reduced to a blanket burrito, whining about soup temperature and acting as if a common cold was the end of the world.

“Jude, please baby, just eat.” You were practically begging now. He shook his head again, even more firmly. “I can’t. I really can’t.” He whined. You sighed in defeat, about to leave the bedroom.

“Unless…” His voice trailed off. You paused. “Unless what?”

“Unless… you could feed me?” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Was he serious? This 6’1, strong, broad-shouldered athlete wanted you to spoon-feed him chicken soup?

“Are you for real right now?” His silence said everything. You stood there, dumbfounded for a solid seven seconds before realizing you had no other choice. He needed to take his medicine, and if spoon-feeding him was the only way, so be it.

Taking a seat next to him, he sat up with a huge, satisfied grin on his face, looking like a little boy about to devour his favorite treat.

“I can’t believe you,” you said, half-laughing, half-annoyed as you spooned the soup into his mouth.

“You really are a little baby, aren’t you?” You pinched his cheeks, and his smile faltered, replaced by an irritated look. “If I were you, I’d choose my words carefully. Considering how shitty I feel, this might be the very last conversation we have,” he said, his tone so serious you almost believed him.

You burst out laughing. “You have a sore throat, Jude. I think we’ll survive.” He shrugged dramatically. “You never know. I might not make it through the night.” His ridiculousness was getting out of hand.

After finishing the soup, he snuggled back into bed, looking very pleased with himself. “Was the soup good?” you asked.

“I couldn’t taste it, but I’m sure it was great. There’s nothing about you that doesn’t taste good,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes at his cheesy line, giving his nose a playful nudge. Even when sick, he couldn’t resist flirting.

Minutes later, you returned with his medicine and a glass of water.

“Do I have to?” he asked, grimacing at the pill in his palm.

You sighed. “Jude, do you want to get better or not?”

After a reluctant look at your raised eyebrow, he took the pill. The minuscule, almost nonexistent bitterness of the pill caused him to scrunch up his face as if he had just swallowed a lemon dipped in hot sauce. You couldn’t believe the level of drama this man could reach when he was sick.

Finally, when his face returned to normal, you climbed into bed beside him. He immediately rested his head on your chest, hugging you tightly.

Despite his theatrics, you couldn’t deny how adorable he was, especially when he craved your touch more than ever when he wasn’t feeling well.

As you stroked his head, he nuzzled into your neck. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered.

“For what?” you asked, confused.

“For taking care of me,” he said sweetly, melting your heart.

“Always,” you replied sincerely. No matter how sick or dramatic he got, you were always ready to take care of him, just as he was always there for you.

“Let’s just hope this isn’t my last day on earth. But if I do die in my sleep, at least I’ll die holding you.” You groaned loudly, rolling your eyes. “Oh my god, Jude. You are so ridiculous.”

He chuckled. “But I’m your ridiculous.” You couldn’t argue with that. Despite his dramatics, Jude was the sweetest, funniest, most endearing man you had ever known. The list of reasons you loved him was endless.

As his breathing steadied and he fell asleep in your arms, you smiled, stroking his head gently.

Just as you were about to drift off, a loud, intense cough startled you awake. You groaned again.

“Well, at least I’m still alive,” he muttered.

This guy will be the death of you.

[latin5mamii]

5:42 am

genre: JudeBellingham x you; cute and fluff

summary: After a whole night of no-sleep, you decide to help your boyfriend forget about his overthinking for once.

author's note: Cute and fluffy! Didn't want to make it too depressing so i added a bit of humor; i know this is work is unexpected but i'm getting a lot of inspiration rn!

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The world is still asleep when Jude wakes, moving with the careful precision of someone practiced in not disturbing the peace. His hand reaches for his phone on the bedside table, and he shifts cautiously to sit up on the edge of the bed.

The room is dark save for the faint blue light creeping through the curtains, a soft haze that makes everything feel slower, quieter.

He doesn’t hear you stir behind him.

The mattress dips slightly as you roll over, and he freezes. For a second, he thinks you’ll fall back asleep, but your voice—soft and warm like the blankets tangled around you—breaks the silence.

"You're already up"

It’s not a question, and there’s no frustration in your tone—just a quiet understanding. Before every match, he could never sleep. He’d toss and turn, get up for water, but he could never settle—especially now, with so much to think about.

Jude glances over his shoulder, a little sheepish as he meets your sleepy gaze.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmurs. His voice is a whisper, rough from the early hour.

“You didn’t.” You stretch slightly, the movement slow and lazy. “You never do.”

He smiles at that—small, almost imperceptible in the low light. You sit up halfway, leaning on your elbow as you watch him tug on a sweatshirt over his T-shirt.

“Don’t go just yet,” you say, voice still quiet but carrying a softness that stops him mid-motion. “Come back here for a minute; you have so much time left. ”

Jude doesn't hesitate even for a second as soon as he sees you—still cocooned in blankets, your hair messy and your eyes heavy-lidded but bright. It’s not a hard choice, not really.

He slips back into bed without a word, settling beside you. Your arm loops around his waist instinctively, and he leans into it, letting his head rest against yours.

The silence in the room is thick but comforting, punctuated only by the faint hum of the world outside—a car passing, the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. Jude’s breathing evens out as he melts into your embrace, the tension in his shoulders softening. You run your hand gently along his back, tracing patterns you don’t think about but that he seems to feel, leaning into each movement.

“You think too much,” you whisper, your voice barely audible but close enough that he hears it.

He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, his arm drapes over you, pulling you closer. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, and you feel him exhale deeply, as if the weight of what you said has settled somewhere in his chest.

“I just want to get it right,” he murmurs, finally. The words are small but heavy, like they’ve been sitting on the tip of his tongue for days.

“You always do.”

The response is automatic, and you mean it—every syllable. You wish you could pull his thoughts away, fold it neatly into something manageable. But for now, all you can do is hold him.

Jude pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you. The dim light softens his features—his dark eyes are wide, thoughtful, his lips parted as if he’s about to say something but decides against it.

“You okay?” you ask, brushing a hand through his hair, which is still slightly messy from sleep.

Jude lingers in the embrace a moment longer, his face tucked against the curve of your neck, the warmth of your skin drawing out a softness he didn’t realize he needed. But when he finally shifts, there’s something lighter in his expression. He nudges his nose against your cheek, playful, and murmurs,

“You’ve turned me into a morning person, you know.”

You laugh, low and easy, your fingers pausing in his hair to tap lightly against the side of his head. “I don’t think you get to claim that title until you actually enjoy mornings, Jude.”

He pulls back enough to look at you, an exaggerated pout forming on his lips. “What if I just enjoy mornings with you?”

“That’s sweet,” you tease, your smile brightening the dim room. “But you still groan every time the alarm goes off, so I’m not sure it counts.”

“Details.” He grins, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead before sitting up. The bed shifts under his weight, and you watch as he stretches, the hem of his sweatshirt riding up slightly. The sight makes you laugh—something about the way his early-morning dishevelment feels so ordinary and yet so utterly him.

He glances over his shoulder at you, catching the amused tilt of your smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head, though the laughter still dances in your voice. “You’re just...cute like this.”

His ears turn a little pink, and he rubs the back of his neck, feigning nonchalance. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s make some coffee before you embarrass me even more.”

“Embarrass you? Never,” you shoot back, but you’re already sitting up, tossing the blankets aside. The cool air hits your skin, and you shiver slightly, reaching for the oversized sweater draped over the chair beside the bed. Jude is already standing, holding a hand out to help you up.

The two of you move quietly even though you're alone in the house, the soft shuffle of your steps the only sound. Jude goes straight to the counter, pulling out the coffee beans and the grinder.

“You want tea, right?” he asks over his shoulder, already reaching for the kettle.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, leaning against the counter and watching him. He moves with a kind of easy precision, his focus shifting between the coffee and the kettle like it’s a little morning ritual he’s perfected. You can’t help but smile—it’s a far cry from the nerves that had him tossing and turning earlier.

“What’s funny now?” he asks, catching your expression as he sets the kettle to boil.

“Just you,” you say, your voice light. “All serious about coffee like it’s a science.”

“It is a science,” he replies, mock-indignant. “And you’re lucky I’m good at it, or you’d be stuck drinking whatever shit they call coffee down the street.”

“Oh yeah?” you shoot back, barely suppressing a laugh. “Says the guy who puts honey in his coffee.

Jude shakes his head, chuckling as he stirs the honey into his mug. “Is it that bad?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shrug, fighting back a grin. “I mean, I wouldn’t say bad. Just...no okay it's actually bad.”

Jude groans dramatically, hand over his heart as if your words wounded him. “Wow. First thing in the morning, and you’re already coming for me.”

After a moment, you set your mug down and glance at him. “What do you want for breakfast? Or are we just surviving on caffeine today?”

Jude’s lips curve into a small, thoughtful smile. “Surviving on caffeine sounds very me,” he admits. Then, after a beat, he straightens and adds, “But pancakes sound better.”

“Pancakes?” you say, arching a brow. “Aren't you the man who claims he doesn’t need breakfast?”

“I’m evolving,” he says, feigning a look of mock importance. “Also, I think we have chocolate chips in the pantry.”

You laugh, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. “Chocolate chip pancakes at dawn? I really am impressed.”

He nudges your side playfully, grinning. “Come on, let’s do it. We’ll make them quick. I’ll even let you flip them.”

“Generous of you,” you tease, already moving toward the pantry.

The only sounds are the soft clatter of bowls and utensils as the two of you work together, gathering ingredients and mixing the batter. Jude insists he’s got the perfect pancake recipe memorized, but you end up adding a little extra milk to the bowl when he’s not looking, just to mess with him.

“What did you just do?” he asks, squinting at you suspiciously as you stir.

“Nothing,” you say innocently, biting back a grin. “Just making sure it’s not too thick.”

He narrows his eyes, but he doesn’t argue, instead grabbing a ladle and heating the pan. “Alright, let’s see how this goes.”

The first pancake comes out a little lopsided, and you burst into laughter as Jude flips it onto a plate with exaggerated precision.

“Hey,” he says, pointing the spatula at you, “it’s not about how it looks—it’s about how it tastes.”

“Sure, Chef Jude,” you reply, still laughing as you lean against the counter, watching him pour the next one.

The second pancake is better—golden brown and perfectly round—and by the time the stack is finished, the kitchen smells like warm batter and melted chocolate. Jude sets the plate on the table with a triumphant flourish, and you grab two forks, sliding into a chair beside him.

Jude nudges your foot under the table, catching your eye as he chews his first bite.

“Not bad, huh?” he says, grinning.

You smile back, warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the pancakes. “Not bad at all.”

You pause eating and carefully set the little fork down on your plate. Looking at him, you offer a gentle smile, hoping to ease the weight of the long night.

“You’re going to do great today. I just know it.”

He slowly reaches out, his fingers brushing your nose and then your cheek. After a moment, his hand settles softly on yours.

"I hope your predictions are right, then"

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unspoken | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x reader  request: yes /can you please write something about the reader being from italy and finding it hard to pronounce many english word, and shes out with jude and people they’re with start making snarky comments. like they are all making fun of her accent and at first she acts like she’s fine but then jude realises she is quieter than usual and jude just comforts her pls author’s note: thank you so muchhh for the request! hope you liked it! 👀

It was a warm evening, the kind where the air buzzed with energy, and we found ourselves sitting around a table with some of Jude’s friends, laughing and chatting over dinner. I hadn’t met all of them before, but Jude made sure I felt included, keeping me close with his arm draped casually over my chair.

The night was going well, everyone swapping stories and jokes, the conversation flowing easily—until it didn’t.

Someone cracked a joke, and I tried to jump in, tossing a comment that made sense in my head. But the words stumbled out, my accent thick on my tongue. I saw one of the girls across the table glance at her friend, stifling a laugh.

"Sorry, what did you say?" she asked, her smile a little too sharp.

I repeated myself, slower this time, making sure I was saying it right. The sound of my voice, though, felt wrong—like I was standing out in a way I didn’t want to.

“That’s adorable,” one of the guys chimed in with a chuckle. “Your accent really does all the talking, doesn’t it?”

There was a round of light laughs, and I forced a smile, even though it felt like I’d been slapped.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I muttered, trying to laugh it off.

The conversation shifted, but the feeling lingered. Every time I opened my mouth after that, I could hear the way the words didn’t quite fit, like puzzle pieces forced into the wrong spots. And every once in a while, one of them would make another subtle remark, like they were amused by the way I spoke.

Jude was talking to one of his teammates, his hand still resting on the back of my chair. He hadn’t seemed to notice yet. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I played along, acting like the jokes didn’t bother me. But they did. Each one chipped away at the confidence I’d built up, leaving me quieter than usual, sinking into myself.

I stared at my glass, swirling the drink around, nodding along when I was supposed to, but feeling like I wasn’t really there.

It wasn’t until we left the restaurant, walking towards the car, that Jude seemed to pick up on it. He slid his hand into mine, glancing down at me.

“You alright, love? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

I shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t press further. “Just tired.”

He didn’t buy it. Jude stopped walking, gently pulling me aside so we weren’t within earshot of the others.

“No, something’s up. You’re not yourself.”

His eyes searched mine, concern etched on his face. It was one of the things I loved about him—how he always paid attention, even when I tried to hide things.

“It’s nothing, really. Just… they kept making fun of my accent.” I forced a smile, but my voice cracked. “It’s not a big deal.” I sighed, my shoulders slumping.

“Who?” Jude’s expression hardened.

“It’s fine, Jude. They didn’t mean it like that. It was just jokes.” I shook my head quickly.

“They upset you,” he said simply, his jaw clenched now. “That’s not okay.”

"I just… I try so hard. I know I don’t sound like everyone else, and I don’t want to embarrass you—” I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure, but the frustration bubbled up.

“You think you embarrass me?” He cut me off, his voice gentle but firm. His hands came up to cradle my face, forcing me to look at him. “Babe, you could never embarrass me. I love everything about you, including the way you speak.”

I felt my eyes sting with tears, the weight of the evening pressing down on me.

“It’s just hard. I don’t want people to think I’m stupid because I can’t say things the right way.”

Jude’s thumb brushed a tear from my cheek before it could fall.

“You’re not stupid, and I don’t care what anyone thinks. Your accent is beautiful. You don’t have to change for anyone.”

“Thank you.” I let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch.

"Next time someone makes a comment, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s a joke—they don’t get to make you feel like that.” He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.

I smiled up at him, feeling a little lighter.

“You’re not going to punch anyone, are you?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Only if they deserve it.”

We both laughed softly, the tension melting away as we walked back to the car, hand in hand.

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PARDON MY EMOTIONS / I SHOULD PROBABLY KEEP IT ALL TO MYSELF ── 𝐉𝐁⁵

❪ requested -> "jude angst to fluff WITH PLOT!" ❫

─ pairing | jude bellingham x fem!reader

─ word count | 1.7k

─ warnings | lots of angst to fluff, miscommunication (kind of), jude being an ASSHOLE but making up for it.

─ ev's notes ! | i'm now in my football kick due to the euros and copa america so please send in requests!!! 🤗🎀

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BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP with England's star football player had its ups and downs.

You got to be a WAG, enjoying the glamorous lifestyle that came with dating Jude. From attending high-profile matches and exclusive events to traveling the world and mingling with other footballers and celebrities, life was never boring. The media attention was overwhelming at times, but you learned to navigate the spotlight and maintain a sense of normalcy.

However, that was the problem. You longed for a sense of normalcy, that was all you wanted was for your relationship. The glitz and glamour of being a WAG was only fun for a bit, not it seemed like you never got a moment to yourself. This was the root of all your relationships, somehow ─ Jude never understood why you wouldn't like all the media attention.

"It's overwhelming," you muttered as you played with the bottom of your of your coffee cup, the warm ceramic providing little comfort. Jude sat across from you, his expression both of concern and confusion.

"What do you mean, overwhelming?" He replied, his gaze locked on you. "This is part of the life we have. The attention, the media... it's just something we have to deal with."

You sighed, looking out the window at the city outside. "But that's just it, Jude. I never wanted this. I love you, and I support your career, but I miss having a private life. I miss being able to go out without cameras following us or people recognizing us everywhere we go."

"Overwhelming for you?" He sighed, his expression hardening. "How do you think I feel? Look, I'm not asking for much ─ I've given you the best life I can,"

You scoffed, he wasn't listening to what you were saying. "This isn't about you or-or what you've given me. I'm grateful, I really am-"

"Doesn't sound like it," Jude cut you off, his voice rising in frustration. "It sounds like you're not happy with anything I've done."

You felt a surge of anger, the words bubbling up before you could stop them. "That's not fair, Jude," you sighed. "I've been by your side through everything, and all I'm asking for is a little understanding. I need space, I need to feel like my own person, not just an accessory to your life."

Jude stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "So, what? You want me to quit football? Give up everything I've worked for?"

"No!" You stood up as well, your heart pounding. "I don't want you to give up anything. I just want you to see things from my perspective for once. I'm losing myself in all of this, and I feel like an accessory you just get to show off."

"Well, you know that's not true," his eyes softened for a moment, but then the frustration returned. "I thought we were a team. I thought we were in this together. But it feels like you're just... giving up."

"I'm not giving up," you said, your voice breaking. "It's hard for me too, like I'm just a pretty face with no dreams or aspirations. That's what they think-"

"Who cares what they think? I know you're more than that, everyone you care about knows that." Jude let out a huff as he glared at you.

"Well it's always just been about you, Jude," you didn't mean it to come out so harsh ─ your tone hard and cold. "Moving to Spain and-and all this, it's hard on me too."

That seemed to hit a nerve because Jude's eyes went wide before he scoffed. "You think this has been easy for me? You think moving to a different country, dealing with the pressure of a new team, and trying to keep us together is all about me?"

You flinched at his words, but your frustration was too strong to back down now. "That's not what I'm saying, Jude. I just want you to see that I'm struggling too. I left everything behind to be with you. My friends, my family, my life — everything."

Jude's face softened slightly, but his jaw was still tight with anger. "I need you to understand that this life comes with sacrifices. We both have to make them, this is what you signed up for."

"I know that, Jude," you said, tears welling up in your eyes as you sniffled. "But sometimes it feels like I'm the only one sacrificing. I feel like I'm losing myself, and I don't know how to fix it."

You wiped away a tear before continuing, averting your gaze from Jude. "I just need to feel like I'm more than just your girlfriend. I need to feel like I have my own purpose."

"You are!" Jude snapped, before sighing.

You sent him a glare as you sighed loudly, getting tired of not being heard. "Don't raise your voice!"

"You're being ungrateful, I've given you everything! A nice house, a nice car, you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?"

That was the last straw. Your mouth was slightly agape as you took in his words. Ungrateful? How could he say that after everything you've sacrificed to be with him?

"Fuck," you sighed as you looked up, meeting his gaze. "Is that how low you think of me? Fine, then. Let them have my position, since apparently, you think I'm just here for the perks," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger.

Jude's face fell, a mixture of regret and panic crossing his features. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just frustrated. I love you, and I want us to be happy."

You shook your head, taking a step back. "That's not enough, Jude. Love isn't just about the nice things or the glamorous life. It's about understanding each other. And right now, I don't feel understood."

"That's not what I meant," Jude sighed as he began rubbing his temple. "Jesus, I need some space from you."

You glared as he grabbed his keys from the counter and you watched him walk out of the room, feeling your stomach twist in anxiety and hurt. The sound of the door closing echoed in the silence, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen. Tears streamed down your face as you sank into a chair, feeling the weight of the argument pressing down on you.

You sat there for a while, trying to process everything that had just happened. The love you had for Jude was undeniable, but the constant feeling of being misunderstood was taking its toll. You needed to find a way to reclaim your sense of self, to feel heard in your relationship.

After a few moments, you wiped your tears and took a deep breath. You needed to do something, anything, to clear your mind. You decided to go for a walk, hoping the fresh air would help you think more clearly. Grabbing your jacket, you stepped outside and started walking aimlessly through the streets of the city.

As you walked, you reflected on your relationship with Jude. There had been so many beautiful moments, but lately, it seemed like the challenges were overshadowing the good times. You loved him deeply, but you needed to find a way to communicate better, to make him understand how you felt without it turning into a fight.

After a while, you headed back home, feeling a bit more centered. When you entered the apartment, you heard the TV and sighed. You took off your jacket and made your way to the living room, your gaze landing on Jude was too immersed in the show he was watch to realize you'd come home.

He finally met your gaze and instantly muted the TV, the tension palpable as you walked toward him.

"Hey," you whispered as he gave you a small smile.

He tapped to the spot next to him, inviting you to sit down. You hesitated for a moment before joining him on the couch, the silence between you heavy with tension.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes filled with regret. "I've been thinking about what you said."

You nodded, your heart aching at the sight of his earnest expression. "Me too. I just... I need you to understand how hard this is for me."

Jude took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to gently take yours. "I know I've been incredibly fucking selfish, and I haven't been listening to you. I didn't realize how much you were sacrificing and how it was affecting you until now and... and I'm sorry."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief. "I appreciate that, Jude. I love you, but I need to find my own way, to have something that's mine."

He nodded, squeezing your hand. "Yeah, I get that. And I want to help you find that. We can work on this together, maybe you can look into things that interest you here, find something that makes you happy."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I’d like that. And maybe we can set some boundaries with the media, try to keep our private life a bit more private."

"Yeah, absolutely," Jude agreed, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll talk to my manager and see what we can do about that. Your happiness is important to me... you are important to me."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling a sense of reassurance. "Thank you, Jude. I just want us to be happy together, without all the pressure and stress."

He kissed the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you protectively. "We will, I promise."

"I love you, a lot," Jude continued, his voice soft. "I didn't mean anything I said earlier, I was just angry. I don't know..." He trailed off, before pausing. "I don't know what I'd do with you, baby."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his brown ones, and you could see the depth of his feelings for you. "I love you too, Jude," you whispered, your heart swelling with emotion.

As you cuddled together on the couch, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you, you felt a sense of peace.

"How about we start fresh tomorrow?" Jude suggested, his voice gentle. "We can spend the day together, just us. No media, no distractions. Just enjoying each other's company."

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "I'd love that. It sounds perfect."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Good. It's a date then."

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Future Plans || jude bellingham

Word count : 1k

Genre: fluff

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The couch was soft, the room dimly lit. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, a testament to the candle Jude had lit earlier. You’d spent the better part of the evening watching an old movie, but now, the TV was off, and the room was silent save for the occasional hum of traffic outside.

Jude was sprawled out comfortably, his legs stretched across the couch. You were draped over him, your head tucked under his chin, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms were wrapped around you, one hand lazily tracing circles on your back while the other rested on your hip. He always had this way of holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

"You know," Jude began, a teasing edge in his voice, "I was thinking we should have ten kids."

You burst out laughing, the sound filling the quiet room. “Ten? Are you out of your mind?”

He grinned, clearly amused by your reaction. “Why not? Think about it—a whole football team! We could have family tournaments. And maybe an extra kid for the bench, just in case.”

You pushed yourself up slightly, giving him a mock-serious look. “Jude, do you have any idea how much chaos ten kids would be? The noise? The mess? The grocery bill?”

He chuckled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Okay, fine. Maybe not ten,” he said, but there was something in his tone that made you squint suspiciously at him.

“Wait,” you said slowly, “you’re not entirely joking, are you?”

Jude’s grin softened into something more thoughtful, and he shrugged, looking almost bashful. “Not really,” he admitted. “I mean, maybe not ten, but… I do love the idea of a big family. Coming home to a house full of laughter and love. Watching them grow up together, always having each other to lean on.”

You smiled at the thought, imagining a little one with Jude’s warm eyes and infectious smile. “They’d be lucky to have you as a dad,” you said softly.

He tilted your chin up with gentle fingers, his eyes locking onto yours. “And they’d be lucky to have you as a mom,” he said, his voice filled with so much conviction that it made your throat tighten.

He smiled at you, a little shy, and then tilted his head. “Okay, so maybe ten is a bit much. What about you? How many kids do you want?”

You leaned back against his chest, pretending to think. “Hmm… Two feels like a good number. But four could be fun, too. A nice mix of boys and girls, maybe.”

“Two or four?” Jude repeated, his hand resuming its gentle pattern on your back. “Okay, I could get on board with that. Two feels manageable, but four does sound kind of perfect, doesn’t it? A little pack of chaos, just enough to keep things exciting.”

You smiled at the thought, imagining a lively home filled with tiny feet running through the halls. “Yeah,” you said. “Two or four feels right. But let’s not lock anything in yet. We’ve got plenty of time to figure it out.”

Jude nodded, his expression softening as he gazed at you. “We’ll figure it all out together,” he said.

You fell into another comfortable silence, the kind that only happens when you’re with someone who feels like home. You could feel Jude’s chest rising and falling beneath you, the steady rhythm soothing in a way you couldn’t quite describe.

“So,” Jude said after a moment, his voice teasing again, “what do you think about matching family pajamas for the holidays? Too much?”

“Way too much,” you said, laughing. But even as you teased him, you couldn’t help but picture it—a future filled with warmth and love and the kind of moments you cherish forever.

“You know,” Jude said eventually, a playful lilt returning to his voice, “we could always practice.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “You’re incorrigible.”

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “And yet, you’re still here.”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice softening. “I am.”

Jude’s expression turned tender again, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you always want to be.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in, and snuggled closer to him. In that moment, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Our future might still be unwritten, but with Jude by your side, you knew it was going to be beautiful.

“Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?” you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest.

Jude chuckled, a soft, musical sound that made your heart flutter. “Tired of what? You using me as your personal pillow?”

You pinched his side lightly, and he let out a playful yelp. “I meant us, silly. Being like this. Together.”

His hand paused on your back for a moment, and then he tightened his hold on you, pulling you impossibly closer. “Never,” he said firmly. “I could spend forever like this and still not have enough of you.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, and your breath caught in your throat. The way he looked at you—like you were his entire world—was enough to make your heart feel like it was going to burst. His eyes were soft and warm, his lips curved into a small, boyish smile.

“Forever, huh?” you teased, though your voice was soft, your own smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

He nodded, his expression turning serious. “Yeah, forever. And after that, if I can.”

“What about marriage?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I think about it all the time,” he admitted. “Waking up next to you every day, calling you my wife, knowing that you’re mine and I’m yours forever. It’s... it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you buried your face in his chest to hide your smile. “You’re such a sap,” you teased, though your voice was thick with emotion.

He laughed again, the sound vibrating through you. “You love it,” he said confidently, and he wasn’t wrong.

You fell into a comfortable silence after that, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. You could feel his fingers start tracing patterns again, this time on your arm, and it made you shiver in the best way.

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hii!

you you write a fic about jude and the reader being married and they’re thinking about starting to expand their family and maybe a time skip where she tells him she’s pregnant! i was thinking fluffy with a tiny bit of angst with the reader being nervous about pregnancy.

SURPRISE

jude bellingham x wife!reader

warnings: a bit of angst, do not read the summary and pregnancy...

summary: You and your boyfriend are toying with the idea of ​​starting a family. Although you're excited, anxiety sets in when a positive pregnancy test comes back a couple of months later. Trying to find a good way to tell Jude, he finds out in the most unexpected one possible.

The early morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. The faint hum of life outside echoed as birds chirped, signaling the start of a new day. Jude stirred beside you, his arm draped casually over your waist, and you smiled, savoring the warmth of his presence. Even after being married for a few years, waking up next to him felt like a luxury you never took for granted.

You turned in his embrace, nuzzling your face into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne still lingering on his skin. He stirred, pulling you closer, his voice a low, sleepy mumble.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Morning," you murmured back, turning your head to look at him. His hair was slightly messy, giving him an even more relaxed and endearing look. You reached up to gently touch his hair, and he caught your hand, pressing another soft kiss to your palm.

There was something different about this morning. Maybe it was the stillness, or the fact that you both had the whole day ahead with no obligations. But the air felt thick with unsaid words, thoughts hanging in the quiet.

Jude shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you, his face still soft with sleep. His big brown eyes studied you with affection. He could always tell when something was on your mind.

“You okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You seem… I don’t know.”

You bit your lip, nervousness fluttering in your chest. How do you even begin this conversation? It’s not that you hadn’t talked about it before—it had come up in passing, as something you’d both one day wanted. But it had always been vague, floating somewhere in the future. Now, though, the thought of starting a family felt more real. More present.

Jude tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing playfully as he pretended to scrutinize you. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?”

You exhaled, laughing softly, and decided to just go for it. He was your husband, after all—your best friend. There was no one you trusted more.

“I’ve been thinking…” you started slowly, watching his face closely for any sign of what he might be thinking. “About us… and about maybe starting a family.”

Jude’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his expression immediately softened into something warm and tender. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his hand gently rubbing your back as he leaned in a little closer.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, his voice full of affection. “You’ve been thinking about that?”

You nodded, heart racing a little as you gauged his reaction. “I know we’ve talked about it before, but I don’t know… lately it’s been on my mind more. Like maybe when might be the right time to… you know… expand our little family?”

Jude was quiet for a moment, processing your words. You felt your stomach twist slightly with nerves—what if he wasn’t ready yet? What if he had different plans?

But then he grinned—a grin that lit up his entire face, the kind of grin that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago. His hand slid up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin as he leaned down to kiss you gently, the kiss filled with so much love that it made your heart swell.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” he admitted, his voice slightly hushed, like he was sharing a secret. “I didn’t want to pressure you or anything, but… I love the idea. Starting a family with you? That’s something I’ve dreamed about.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, relief flooding your chest. “You have?”

“Of course,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I mean, I want to be able to look back on our lives and see little versions of us running around, causing chaos. I want to be the kind of dad that embarrasses them at football games because I’m cheering too loud. And I want to go through all of that with you.”

His words made you smile like a fool, a mix of happiness and nerves, the weight of this decision hitting you fully. You loved Jude more than anything in the world, but the thought of becoming a parent—it was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed quietly, and Jude’s expression softened further.

“I know, me too,” he said, pulling you even closer. “It’s a big step. But we’ll do it together. And if we’re not ready yet, that’s okay too. We’ll go at our own pace, like we always do.”

You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest, the warmth of his embrace calming your racing heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered into your hair, holding you tightly. “Whenever we’re ready, it’ll be perfect.”

Three months later, the sound of laughter filled the room as you sat on the plush couch in Luz Mendez’s living room, sipping iced tea as you chatted about everything and nothing. Luz was Brahim’s girlfriend and you two had become very close over the past few years, bonded by your shared experiences of being in the world of football. She was one of your best friends and you couldn’t be luckier to have her in your life.

Luz was effortlessly funny, always making you laugh with her quick wit and contagious energy. But today, you weren’t your usual self. You could feel it—the way your stomach fluttered nervously, the way your hands shook slightly as you reached for your drink.

You were waiting.

“Are you okay?” Luz asked, her brows furrowed as she noticed your sudden quietness. “You’ve been a little off all day.”

You swallowed, glancing toward the small box inside your purse. The pregnancy test. The one you’d bought on a whim earlier that morning, unable to shake the feeling that something was different.

“I… I think I might be pregnant,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling with nerves.

Luz’s eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and surprise flashing across her face. “Wait, what? Seriously? Have you taken the test yet?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ve been too scared to do it, but I´ve bought it this morning...”

Luz reached over, squeezing your hand in reassurance. “Hey, so what are you waiting for? Go to the bathroom and take it. You won't be calm until you do it. You have nothing to worry about, I'll be here for you." She saw you hesitate, and spoke again. "You’re going to be fine. Whatever it says, you’ve got this. And Jude is going to be over the moon, I bet.”

Taking a deep breath, you stood up, grabbing the box and heading to the bathroom. You couldn’t avoid it any longer.

The bathroom was too quiet as you stood in front of the sink, staring down at the small, white plastic stick in your hand. You blinked, trying to process what you were seeing.

Two pink lines.

Positive.

Your heart raced as panic slowly crept in. You were pregnant. Yes, you really wanted to be a mother, to start a family with Jude, but suddenly, doubts began to gnaw at you, making the room feel smaller, almost suffocating. The weight of it all settled in—this wasn't just a dream anymore. Now, it was a reality.

"Oh my God," you whispered to yourself, feeling the world tilt slightly. How were you going to tell Jude? Would he be excited? Nervous like you? How were you supposed to feel?

You were happy, of course. But also terrified. A rush of emotions you weren’t prepared for.

A knock at the bathroom door startled you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, you alright in there?" Luz´s voice echoed through the hallway. Now she was the only person who could possibly help calm your frazzled nerves.

Opening the door with shaky hands, you stepped out, the test hidden behind your back. Luz took one look at your face and her eyes widened.

"Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost."

Without a word, you handed her the pregnancy test, watching her expression transform from worry to pure bliss.

"Oh my God," she gasped, glancing between you and the test. "Is this positive?"

You nodded slowly, feeling a little overwhelmed by the situation. "I… I think so. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast."

Luz let out a breathless laugh, throwing her arms around you. "Holy heaven! This is huge! Why aren’t you freaking out more? Wait, are you freaking out?"

You groaned, pulling back slightly. "Luz, I’m totally freaking out. I don’t even know how to tell Jude. I nean, we´ve talked about this before a few times, but... What if he freaks out? What if I’m not ready?"

Luz squeezed your hands, her excitement dimming into a more supportive tone. "Hey, deep breaths. This is big, yes, but you and Jude are solid. You guys love each other more than anything. You’re going to be amazing at this."

You nodded, trying to believe her. But the nerves still buzzed beneath the surface.

"I just… I don’t want to mess this up," you murmured. "What if he can’t handle it? What if I—”

“Stop,” Luz said firmly, cutting off your spiral of worries. “Jude loves you. He’s going to be so happy, over the moon even. And it’s okay to be nervous—this is a big deal. But you’ve got each other. You’ve got this.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. Luz had a way of making things seem less scary, more manageable.

"Okay," you whispered, more to yourself than to her. "Okay. I can do this."

"You can do this. And you know what? You’re going to rock it."

With one last deep breath, you tucked the pregnancy test back into your pocket, glancing at Luz. "I guess I better figure out how to break the news, huh?"

You’d spent the entire afternoon trying to come up with the perfect way to break the news to him, something special and memorable. But every idea seemed to fall flat. Should you wait until dinner? Slip a tiny pair of baby shoes into his bag? Or should you just come out and say it? The more you thought about it, the more unsure you became.

The sound of the front door opening startled you from your thoughts. Jude was home from training, his usual cheerful voice calling out, “Babe, I’m back!”

Panicking, you quickly tried to act natural. You had wanted this to be a surprise, but now you weren’t sure you could pull it off.

Jude walked into the living room, giving you a smile before heading toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, then we can do something together, yeah?”

You nodded, barely able to speak. “Yeah, sounds good.”

As soon as he disappeared into the bathroom, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Maybe you could buy some time, think of something clever before he got out of the shower. But just as you were about to head into the kitchen, you heard his voice from the bathroom.

“Babe?”

Your stomach flipped. “Tell me.”

There was a pause, and then the door opened. Jude stepped out, holding the pregnancy test in his hand, a look of shock on his face. “Is this… what I think it is?”

Your heart dropped. How could you be so absent-minded? “Oh my god, I—Jude, I was going to tell you. I just… I didn’t know how.”

For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the test in his hand, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. Your anxiety spiked, wondering if this was too much too soon.

But then, Jude’s face broke into the biggest grin you had ever seen. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, wrapping you in a tight hug, spinning you around as he laughed. “You’re pregnant! We’re having a baby!”

His excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh too, the tension and anxiety melting away as he held you close. He kissed you, his joy spilling over into every word. “I can’t believe it! We’re actually going to be parents.”

Tears of relief filled your eyes as you looked up at him, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. “I was so nervous about telling you. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Jude chuckled, his forehead resting against yours. “Well, I assure you that I didn't expect it at all.”

You couldn’t help but grin at his enthusiasm, his excitement washing over you like a wave of pure joy. You reached up to cup his face, your thumb gently brushing his cheek. “Well, considering how much we’ve been… you know…” You raised an eyebrow playfully, a smirk tugging at your lips. “I guess it’s not that surprising that our unbridled sexual activities have these kinds of outcomes.”

Jude’s eyes widened for a split second before he let out a deep laugh, pulling you even closer to him. “Oh, so that’s what we’re calling it now? Unbridled activities?” He shook his head, still grinning. “You make it sound so… noble.”

You laughed, the tension that had been sitting in your chest for the entire afternoon finally dissolving completely. “Well, it does have a certain regal quality to it, don’t you think? But I mean, what did we expect? You don’t get to have that much fun without consequences.”

Jude chuckled again, his hands resting on your hips, his thumbs gently rubbing circles against your skin through your shirt. “Consequences, huh? Well, if this is the result, I’d say we’ve done pretty well for ourselves.”

You let out a soft laugh, the nerves from earlier now completely replaced with warmth and happiness. “Yeah, we’ve done pretty well,” you echoed, your fingers lightly trailing along the back of his neck. “But seriously, Jude, I’m still a little… I don’t know. Nervous. I mean, this is huge.”

Jude’s expression softened as he looked into your eyes, his voice dropping to a gentle, reassuring tone. “Of course it’s huge, but we’re in this together, okay? I’ve got you. You’ve got me. We’re going to figure it out—every step of the way.”

You nodded, feeling the full weight of his words. His unwavering support, his love—it made everything feel so much easier, even the parts that felt overwhelming. “I know we will,” you whispered, smiling up at him. “I’m really excited. Scared, but excited.”

He smiled back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Me too. But mostly excited.”

You both stood there for a moment longer, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the shared realization that your lives were about to change in the most incredible way.

Then, with a playful glint in his eye, Jude leaned in close, his voice a low murmur. “So… I guess we should cool it with our activities for now.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you swatted his arm. “Not a chance, Bellingham. You know I’m not that easily deterred.”

He grinned, his laughter mixing with yours as he pulled you closer once again. “We´ll see.”

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I can’t wait to do this with you.”

Jude smiled down at you, his hand still resting on your belly. “I love you too, so much. And I promise, no matter how many surprises come our way, we’ve got this.”

[maikissed]

post euro Jude Bellingham oneshot felt like writing something like this again, but it's a fluff (I guess?) sorry for typos, was writing like crazy!!!

ps. they’re best friends

A very early morning in Tokyo and you were glued to your laptop, attentively following the occurrences happening on the pitch on the other side of the world. Your eyes bloodshot, your head heavy. You did not get enough sleep since you’ve woken up on very not your usual hour to watch the European Championship final. And to add to that you went to sleep rather late. Sorrowfully, you were not prepared for it’s outcome, as you started picking at your nails, watching the minutes reach the end of the short added time. The final whistle, the final breath that left your lungs as the pictures of true euphoria kept flashing with bright colours at your tired eyes, bright red colours, happy screaming and whistling faces amongst the colour white, shrouded in sadness and defeat. You could not believe it. You were devastated. You were searching for his face but to your dismay the whole attention focused mostly on the true smiles of the cheerful winners. You waited a little bit more and there it was, an icy pain spilling inside your guts at the sight of his gaze, shocked, lost, unfocused. You were sure yours was the spitting image. Quickly you grabbed your phone laying on the nightstand to your right and looked at the last messages exchanged.

“Good luck, big boy. You got this!!!!”

“💪❤️”

You started to type. You stopped for a second and thought about it. What one say at such circumstances? Seemed easy but in fact was not. You knew how Jude was after losing any game, a damned one of the biggest events final must have been a disastrous blow. And he gave his all to it.

“Head up. You were wonderful”

You knew you would not get any more sleep this morning, so you decided to start your day at 6. After two hours of desperately trying to find a purpose in this day, you finally searched for a closest flight home.

Breathing in the England air felt different every time you came back. At some point the same, freshening, enlivening, moist whiff filling your lungs with longing; different with the way you were accepting it each time you were strolling down the very known streets. Every other time it seemed more feeble than before, like you’ve turned into a stranger. Like you did not belong anymore. You wondered why, since it was still your home, your roots. Were you distancing yourself? From home? From family? From him? Were you too preoccupied with all these new, different things? You felt downhearted at the thoughts. 

You reached the doorbell with your slightly numb fingers. Just a minute later Mark opened the door for you. You smiled from under your cap.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” his face bright and smile honest, he reached for you to pull you into a greeting hug.

“Hi” your voice croaky so you cleared your throat “Took a quick flight. Wanted to check on you” 

��Quick? Thought it’s about fourteen hours” his expression amused, yet amazed.

“Something like that” you shrugged.

He nodded at your answer, gently in a thought.

“Please come in, want something to drink?” he turned around vigorously after a second and you followed him into the sitting-room connected with a spacious kitchen.

“I’m alright, thank you”

Not much changed around this house since your last visit, you thought to yourself. And it was quiet.

“Is he with you?” you murmured, almost like a whisper.

“Yes, upstairs”

Still very quiet.

“Asleep?” you asked.

“No, not yet” he commented, smiling at you with solicitude to it “I mean he struggles, more than usually. Mostly spends his days actively but alone, with no space to think too much. Running during the night, training for hours since early morning, sometimes visits the grandparents” his voice calm and stable, simply voicing out the facts but it added to your worry nonetheless.

A process of healing, you thought. But it broke your heart a little bit. You realised there must have been a sign of concern showing on your face because his lit up once again, his eyes smiling at you.

“He’ll be very happy to see you” you watched him beginning to collect some dirty dishes from the kitchen island “You happen to visit during his short rest so I guess he’ll be in his room or the gaming room”

You nodded before silently heading to the corridor leading to the stairs. There was an awful feeling gnawing at you because of your decision to not stay for the rest of the tournament to cheer for him, and leaving back to work after just 2 matches. Despite that he assured you it’s alright, you had your duties after all.

The doors to his room were opened and you took a quick peak around but he wasn’t there, so you turned to the other room, as Mark informed. The doors opened silently, the first thing you spotted was the back of the couch, the big TV in front of it turned off. The top of his head visible as he was sitting comfortably on the said couch. You took a few steps. A book in his hands, you realised and smiled amusingly at the sight. His head still down as he didn’t notice you.

“What’s the book about?” you started circling the couch to come closer.

His eyes shot up from the lecture and the first expression on his features that met your unsure gaze was surprise. He opened his mouth, with no sound at all, no words to voice out, his eyes always big and sparkly now smaller and tarnish. He reached out his hand for you to take it, his face softened. The corner of your mouth rose up as you placed your fingers in his gentle grip, sitting down next to him. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles and that’s when you reached for him to pull him in a hug.

“When did you arrive?” his voice raspy like he did not speak at all for the last few hours. You wondered.

“Two hours ago” you murmured into his arm before he pulled away.

“You crazy girl” he whispered, a bit of light entering his eyes as he examined you in amusement.

You granted him with the softest smile.

“Wanted to see you and tell you I’m proud of you” you shrugged.

Your sight turning blurry in a span of a second. You indeed were more sensitive than you would ever like to admit.

“Flew fifteen hours to tell me you’re proud of me?” he joked, his lips flexing in that funny smirk you knew so well.

“Fourteen” you corrected, making him chuckle in answer “You look tired”

“I am tired” he turned to lean back on the sofa.

“You did a great, invaluable job, you do know that?” after few seconds of silence.

These words made him tense, you could see that. His fingers shot up to his face, to the corners of his closed eyes, he sighed. Your intention was not to stress him, but it seemed it was still a very delicate subject. You reached with your own hand to his face, gently pressing on his cheek so he looked at you. Vulnerable and drained, your touch brining him peace.

“What would you say about a nap?” you asked.

As kids you used to love doing two specific things together during your free time. Playing outside all day, just the two of you or with your friends, until there was no more energy left in your limbs. And then coming back to yours or his to take a nap together. Sometimes short, sometimes lasting few more hours. Cuddled together or him resting on the pillows that were spread out on the floor and you on the bed, sometimes the other way around. Most of the times you were absolutely drained and it happened spontaneously, whatever space you reached first. But you loved to nestle into him, you rested well with his heartbeat palpable on your side. You never confessed. When you were kids it was simple and held no more into it than affection and happiness of two carefree souls.

And now you desperately yearned for him to have some good, cleansing sleep. You wished it could help, to go back a few years and feel it the way it used to made you feel. Safe and calm.

He silently agreed, so you stood up, his hand in yours when you started to walk in the direction of his room. There was a bit of awkwardness to it as you both laid down on the mattress next to each other. There never used to. But you weren’t kids anymore and it didn’t feel as natural as before. Many things didn’t feel like it used too anymore.

You turned your head to look at him, his eyes opened, staring at the ceiling.

“Come here” a whisper, a bit unsure but you hoped he didn’t notice that.

He turned your way and you rose up slightly so your back rested more on the backrest. He looked at you questionably.

“You want me to crush you?” he smiled.

“I’ll be fine” you rolled your eyes at his mocking smirk.

You’ve never been nervous around him, but when he placed his head on your stomach, gently and considerably, and his left hand reached around your waist to rest on your hip, there was a burst of funny sensations inside your belly. Affection, you held so much of it for him.

“Close your eyes” you whispered when your fingers reached his nape to scratch it gently, going down his back slowly and then back up.

“That’s nice” he hummed, his breath hot on the material of your shirt.

“Take some rest”

Minute by minute you could feel him relax more, his weight more prominent, his breathing evening – fifteen minutes later it turned deeper. He did fell asleep, you felt lighter at the realisation.

But after few more minutes you noticed the doors opening silently and you stressed that whomever decided to invade this peace might woke him up. You frowned when you noticed Jobe’s tall figure entering the room. Your expression dangerous as you shook your head at his brother because you were ready to murder him if Jude wakes up now. He smiled widely at the sight and despite your silent threats he circled the bed with an index finger placed lightly on his lips, as a sign that he’ll remain quiet. You followed him with your gaze. Bending over you he placed a quick kiss on your cheek in greeting, your features softened.

“He’s hopeless without you” Jobe whispered in your ear and you did not expect it “Don’t you dare leaving him again” his face funnily serious when he leaned back, turning away to leave you as you were.

You looked down at the boy resting on you, deep in a peaceful sleep, and you started to think heavily how would your life look like if you sacrificed all for everything you felt for him.

A sharp jolt startled you, you opened your eyes realising that sleep quickly overcame you as well. You looked around you quickly, the room turned darker, hours must’ve passed. Jude still laid on you, your legs entwined, but his grip on your side harsher, his body stiff against you. He jumped again, a distressed groan leaving his throat, followed by a quiet whimper, his face pressed hard onto your stomach. He was having a bad dream, you comprehended. You placed your palm on his arm.

“Jude” you whispered, shaking him delicately, but to no avail “Jude, wake up” louder.

He shuddered, his head rose up. After a second he turned to you in a little confusion.

“Y/n” he spoke your name more to himself, like an reassurance.

“I’m here” you confirmed watching his sleepy face, eyes a bit puffy, a few sleep wrinkles created by the material of your shirt visible on his skin.

“Good” he nodded.

He still looked disorientated, like he hasn’t fully woken up from a very deep slumber.

“Come here” he muttered, motioning for you to lay lower next to him.

You did as he asked, noticing a soft ghost of a smile on his lips, while his eyes kept closing involuntarily. You almost laughed out fondly at the sight. You had no time to correctly process his next move when he leaned closer to you and put a quick, sweet peck directly on your lips before whispering:

“Thank you” 

His head rested down on the pillows, his face in the crook of your neck, arm wrapped around you. He fell asleep on the spot and you smiled to yourself, for the deepening darkness to see only. You felt lighter than you’ve felt in years. You belonged, just not where you believed you did in these last few years. You belonged back home.

[sportswriters]

how they'd react to you not saying "i love you" back

lots of fluff with the players: rúben dias, jude bellingham, joão félix, pablo gavi, trent alexander-arnold, pedri gonzález, heungmin son, mason mount

a/n: hope everybody have fun reading these! we surely did after a few drinks in <33333

rúben dias

"amor? i'm heading out. i love you."

you quickly appear in the hallway, wearing a sweater that belonged to him.

“ok, have a nice day, darling,” you reply, waving goodbye.

the smile that had begun to appear on rúben's lips immediately fades, his hand resting against the doorknob he had opened earlier. when he hears your reply, he frowns, suspicious.

you get confused by his attitude and lick your lips, coming closer.

“what are you doing? i thought you had training.”

he doesn't answer right away, he just walks over to the sofa and sits down, unpretentiously. your lack of an answer made him a little suspicious, so he wasn't going to leave without something.

“yes, i do. but not until you answer me.”

you try to hold in your laughter, understanding the whole thing, but you still don't want to give in. his reaction wasn't what you'd expected. like, you didn't really expect him to just give up on going out just because you didn't answer his “i love you” like you always did.

you understood that it was really important to him.

“i don't get it, honey. did i answer you in a way that you didn't like?” you hold up your own joke, walking over to the sofa and sitting down right next to him.

as if he couldn't bear to never touch you when you were always close, his hand automatically moves to your thigh, where he squeezes it affectionately, almost unconsciously, because it's something he always does.

his expression closes with pure suspicion. he simply doesn't understand what had happened for you not to answer that you loved him back. until that point, for him, everything was fine. wasn't it?

“you tell me, y/n.”

his expression is so serious that you can't help yourself and start laughing. you quickly jump into his lap, turning him from suspicious to confused by your reaction. you hold his face with both hands.

“do you want me to tell you that I love you?” you ask, this time with a touched smile on your face.

he's so beautiful. so dangerously beautiful for his own good and sometimes you don't really believe he's yours.

he squeezes your thigh a little harder this time, as a warning.

“every day,” he adds, seriously.

you kiss his lips, laughing.

“i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you,” you start repeating several times against his lips. “i was only joking before. i wouldn't let you go without that.”

his smile returns to his lips. it was so easy to make him happy like that, you think, caressing his cheek.

“well,” he complains. “you almost did. now i'm going to be late for training because you're going to try and convince me that it was all a joke.”

you laugh and cling to him.

“wow, i fucking love you.”

jude bellingham

with things finally sorted, jude opens the door and you get out of bed just to follow him and take the opportunity to get a glass of water, since it's your day off and you're going back to your room.

“i'm leaving, baby. i love you, see you later?”

“yes, of course. good practice,” you say and walk into the kitchen.

jude blinks, confused. his eyebrows arch up, frowning as he tries to search for something in his memory that he can't recall. your answer was different from usual.

with that in mind, he opens the door and leaves, but still doesn't move to the elevator. instead, he reaches into his pocket for his phone, unlocks the screen and opens the group immediately.

“guys, did anything weird happen last night?” he sends the text and waits.

last night there was a small party at valverde's house, which you two joined and drank a bit. maybe jude did something he doesn't remember that upset you.

the answer comes almost immediately and he reads it.

“strange, like...?” camavinga asks.

“i don't know,” he types. “something that pissed y/n off?”

“what the fuck are you talking about, bellingham?” he reads the text from vinícius.

“i just said goodbye to y/n and she didn't say she loved me back”

on the other side of the door, you pick up your phone in your room, looking at the notifications. as you read everything, you laugh heartily.

“jude, you know I'm in the group too, right?” you send.

jude opens the door again after reading your message and goes straight to your room. he finds you sitting on the bed, still laughing, and you look up when you notice his presence, staring at him amused.

“so...?” he asks you, expecting an answer to the same question as before.

you laugh again and put your phone away. you get up and walk over to him, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“nothing weird happened last night,” you reply, with a playful smile. “i was only joking, darling. of course i love you”

you nearly laugh again at the relieved sigh he lets out and the way he holds you so tightly, kissing your lips.

joão félix

hanging his bag over his shoulder, joão kisses you on the temple in farewell, while you're still finishing your coffee to start getting ready for work, since you don't have to arrive until later today.

“i'm on my way. i love you,” he says, moving from the kitchen worktop to cross the hall to the living room.

“alright, i'll see you later!” you reply, pouring a little more milk into your coffee, without looking at him, appearing a little distracted by your task.

you don't notice that he didn't cross the hall. he just stands there, as if waiting for something, which doesn't come. that's not how you normally say goodbye, so he's instantly alert.

turning around, joão appears at your side again, hugging you from behind, his hands around your waist in a very tight way, giving you the chance to smell his perfume even more closely. you chuckle, not expecting this attitude from him and turn your face to him, frowning.

“is everything all right?” he asks, a little hesitant, and kisses your shoulder affectionately.

the whole time his eyes are on you, as if he's studying your reaction, looking for something he didn't notice before or missed.

“yes... why wouldn't it be?”

you know why he's asking, but you don't say anything. you just carry on. just a little longer. even though you're sorry to see him with that expression of someone who thinks he's done something wrong, but hasn't yet found out what.

“like, there hasn't been any more shit gossip that you've been tagged in, right? anything like that?”

you lick your lips, staring into his eyes. ever since you started your public relationship, some people have been cruel enough to say things about you cheating on him, like his ex, that you wouldn't know how to take care of his heart and other shit. at first, this affected you and also worried joão, but then you dropped all those negative comments, focusing only on the good things with him.

“no, darling, there hasn’t” you reassure him, kissing his lips quickly, turning to face him, his hands never leaving you. “why now?”

he squeezes your waist.

“ah, you didn't say you love me back” he replies. “and you always do, right?”

you finally let out a laugh. he's confused, so you wrap your hands around his neck.

“i was joking, love,” you say, smiling. “i got you used to it, didn't i?”

relief washes over him instantly and he smiles.

“wouldn't that be a bad thing?” he tries to correct.

you widen your smile and shake your head.

“no, i've got you used to it very well,” you reinforce. “because that's the least you deserve: to hear every day that i love you. i love you.”

so he just kisses you, his heart warmer than ever, even though it's cold in chelsea.

pablo gavi

“did you get everything? aren't you forgetting anything?”

gavi checks his bag once more, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything after your question. when he seems sure, he quickly denies it with his head. 

“no, all set. shall we?”

you nod and pick up your own bag. you walk out together and enter the elevator hand in hand. you didn't live together, but sometimes you spent the night and went to work in the morning from his place, since some of your things were there and it made your life easier. it had been his idea and, even though you hesitated a little, you ended up accepting.

the elevator leaves you both in the parking lot, where your car is.

“see you later?” he asks and you nod, remembering that you were getting used to sleeping there more than once. “i love you.”

he kisses your lips and you return it, pulling away soon after.

“see you later, sweetheart.”

you say goodbye once more and walk to your car, ready to be on your way.

gavi stands still for a moment, trying to take in what has just happened. he watches as you get into your own car and drive past him, blowing a kiss into the air, but he can't even smile.

he stands there for a moment, feeling confused and odd, the situation was odd. you said goodbye to him in a strange way. 

now he was going to barcelona training with his head a little distracted. he couldn't keep up with the banter with the boys or do his best in practice. he seriously thought something was wrong with you, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what. 

his teammates asked him if he was all right or what was going on that had him so distracted, unable to concentrate one hundred percent on training. he would give a vague answer and carry on, even though his mind was wandering towards an answer that wasn't coming.

he thought a lot. about everything. about anything. he thought about texting you, but gave up. you always received a message from him every time he arrived at the training center, but this time he didn't. gavi simply didn't even think about it, his mind wandering back to the moment you said goodbye, trying to find out what had gone so wrong.

he tried to remember if he had missed anything, but he couldn't find it.

hours passed and it was time to go home again. you arrived first, a little tired, but you tried to prepare some homemade dinner to welcome him. gavi always arrived at the same time every day, on time, but on this one, he was ten minutes late.

you waited, sitting on the couch, watching some reality show that you didn't follow much, but that was what was passing your time. ten minutes later, you heard the door click.

when you turn to look at him, gavi goes off first, without even expecting anything beforehand.

“i just can't do it,” he begins, dropping his bag with his training stuff. “i've been thinking about it all day and i still can't reach a conclusion.”

you suppress a smile, but you're still a little confused.

“gavi?”

he looks at you, his shoulders slumped, his puss in boots expression.

“did i do something? are you upset about something? did something happen?” he fired off without taking a breath.

you pause the show and turn completely towards him, still sitting on the couch. you knew exactly what that meant, but you thought it would be fun to take it further.

“what do you mean ‘something?’ what are you talking about?” you play the fool.

gavi takes a deep breath. that had been torturing him all day. not even the smell of home-cooked food calms his nerves.

he approaches the couch.

“you didn't say you loved me back this morning,” he explains.

you try, but you can't suppress your laughter. you put your hand to your mouth, trying to control yourself, and gavi's expression changes.

“what's so funny?”

“baby, i was joking,” you confess.” i love you, gavi.”

you get up, trying to approach him while standing on the couch.

his mood changes. his eyes narrow towards you, trying to take in what you've just said.

“wait a minute, what?”

you laugh again.

“i was only joking. i didn't say i loved you this morning on purpose.”

you try to kiss him, but he pulls away, his expression tight.

“you…” he shakes his head, disbelieving that you had done it on purpose. he can't believe that he was stuck on it all day, while you knew it was a joke.

of course you let him think about it all day.

“that was ridiculous,” he says, still shaking his head and walking away, without giving you a chance to get closer and kiss him. “ridiculous, y/n.”

he walks down the corridor towards his room, totally shocked that it was all a joke, although part of him was relieved that everything was still fine and that he hadn't done anything wrong.

“come back here, it was a joke, baby!”

trent alexander-arnold

after checking his watch and realizing that he'd have to hurry if he wanted to be on time for practice, trent slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys from the bedside table. you were in the kitchen cleaning and rearranging some glasses to make room for the new wine ones you got as gifts. you'd almost forgotten about the prank you'd planned, but you only had to feel trent's kiss on your neck for a mischievous smile to appear on your face.

“i have to go, i love you. don't forget to check our reservation later.”

“ok, i'll let you know when i've confirmed it,” you replied, giving him a kiss.

trent smiled and made his way to the living room, then stopped. his head tilted slightly as if he were experiencing a sudden lightening.

“aren't you going to tell me you love me?!” he asked, still standing in the same spot.

“what? sorry, i'm distracted.”

“last chance!”

the sink tap was turned on, followed by other utensil noises. trent squinted his eyes and came back into the room to look at you – you really looked busy, too busy.

“hi, love. do you need anything else?”

trent arched an eyebrow.

“no, i'm on my way. love you.”

“ok, text me when you get there.”

silence.

“yeah, i'm going to spend a few days at dom's, good luck without me.”

he then dashed to the door, slamming it hard.

“what? trent!”

when you got there, you couldn't move the handle. it clearly wasn't locked, so you laughed in frustration when you realized what was going on.

“trent, i love you! it was a joke!”

you knew your boyfriend was considerably stronger, but you still tried to force the door once more. to no avail.

“oh yeah? now you do? didn't convince me.”

“you're going to be late!”

“this is more important, it's a life lesson.”

“fine! now let me see you and apologize properly,” you asked, resting your forehead on the door.

you stepped back when you felt the doorknob move slowly. there he was with the most unbearable expression of all and with his arms crossed, you soon knew that you would have a lot of work to do to make up for this great and terrible mistake.

you moved closer, uncrossed his arms and put them around your body.

“i love you very much, i just wanted to tease you with a little prank,” you said as you spread kisses along the length of his neck. “but you already knew that, right? you know i wouldn't let it slide.”

trent pouted, pretending to think about it, which shocked you. when you tried to pull away, he brought you back, smiling again – a genuinely cheeky smile.

“i know something would be very wrong if you'd forgotten, it's just that you're a pretty bad liar, so it was easy to figure out your little game.”

trent pressed a lingering kiss to your lips.

“just don't do it again, or i'll have to come up with my own pranks too.”

pedri gonzález

“damn, i'm really late,” you say, picking up the car keys and throwing them to pedri, who always seems to forget them when he goes out.

he picks up his bag and phone, quickly answering a message and looks up to see you putting on your heels, ready to leave together.

“i can drop you off at work,” he offers.

you wave your hand in denial.

“that means you'd be late, since it's the opposite direction. and we both know how coach flick feels about being late.”

he can't disagree and he knows you're right, but even so, his expression drops and you notice.

“it's okay, love. i've already called an uber,” you reassure him and pick up your own bag. “shall we?”

the two of you leave together and he locks the door to the apartment. since you always arrive first, he gives you back the key, because he always forgets to make his own copy, and you take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.

“did gavi confirm dinner?” you ask.

“yes, we're coming together,” pedri replies.

you nod and when you finally reach the parking lot for pedri to take his car, you check on your phone that your uber will arrive in front of the building in two minutes. you tell him so.

“i'll see you later, then.” he leans in to give you a kiss and you reciprocate. “i love you.”

“good training, love,” you say and say goodbye, turning to leave.

you hide a smile, proud that you managed to remember to play a little prank on him before you left. pedri is confused, the gears of his brain turning slowly as he processes the fact that you didn't say you loved him back.

then you feel a hand grab your arm and turn you around – it's him.

“pedri?”

“should i apologize to you for something?” he asks, his voice a little uncertain.

“do you think you need to?”

the panic takes over his face and you can see that he's trying to remember what he did wrong. it was more likely that he wouldn't find out and would send a text to the boys, asking how he could best apologize, even if he didn't know what the mistake was.

“did i leave the wet towel on the bed again?” he asks, first try. “jesus, fer gave out my number again and some girl called and you got it all wrong?”

“fer hasn't done that since the last time i scolded him.”

you try not to laugh when you see how desperate he is.

“pedri, i have to go. the uber's coming.”

“no!” he holds your arm tighter. “you can't leave without telling me what i need to apologize for. you didn't say you loved me back.”

you laugh, giving up. the plan was really to leave without telling him, but his genuine distress made you realize that you couldn't let him torture himself the whole way wondering what he'd done wrong and what he needed to apologize for. you'd rather he concentrated one hundred percent and entirely on training.

“i was only joking, okay? there's nothing for you to apologize for, love.” you approach him, caressing his cheek affectionately. “not even for the towel, which, by the way, yes, you forgot it wet this morning.”

pedri rolls his eyes and pinches your waist lightly.

“no funny business, y/n.” he snorts.

but his unhappy frown doesn't last long when you kiss his lips gently, this time being the one to apologize. 

“i couldn't resist,” you say. “i really have to go now. i'll see you later.”

“and...?” he encourages, still not letting go.

you chuckle and hear the uber notification.

“and i love you.”

it's only when he finally seems satisfied that he lets you go, but still makes you delay a minute longer with a kiss on the lips.

heungmin son

you brought the jacket that heungmin had forgotten on the couch, so he could finally close his suitcase. he was preparing for the season with the Korean national team, so you took the opportunity to spend your days off together. this time you couldn't join heungmin on the trip because your work schedule didn't allow it.

the drive to the airport was smooth, while you hummed along to the songs on the radio, heungmin took the chance to doze off in the passenger seat - his hand resting on your thigh the whole ride. 

you parked at the entrance to the airline gate, as you had to say goodbye to him there.

“send me a picture of the snacks in first class on this plane,” you asked excitedly, even though it wasn't the first time.

heungmin laughed.

“i love you, take care on the way back and let me know when you arrive.”

you pressed his cheeks with your hands and kissed him several times.

“have a good trip.”

heungmin pulled away and stared at you with a broad smile. then he got out of the car and you opened the trunk so he could get his things. in the rearview mirror, you noticed when he closed the door and stared into the distance with a question mark on his face. it took you a great deal of effort to hold back your laughter when he tapped twice on the window right next to you.

“i'm going now, i love you.”

“all right, take care,” you said, and gave him another tender kiss.

however, heungmin didn't move, leaning his elbows on the door.

“honey, i'm going to get fined if i stay here another minute.”

“i'm not worried about that. is everything alright?”

“everything's fine, did we forget something? do you want me to go back and get it?”

“i think i might have missed something, because you haven't said you love me.”

you pressed your lips together, unable to contain yourself in front of his worried expression. although you knew that heungmin would be fully capable of paying any fine, you didn't want to spend money on this kind of nonsense.

“it was a prank, my love. i love you, ok? now get going, because i don't want you to be late, and i don't want to spend money on an airport ticket.”

he stayed there, watching you, analyzing any sign of a lie. analyzing you like someone who has made a mistake and doesn't want to repeat it.

“heungmin!”

“fine, but you're not geting off that easy,” he warned, then walked away.

“come here, give me one more kiss.”

“no, rethink your actions. i'll see you when Ii get back.”

“heungmin, no! i love you!”

you could see his satisfied smile as he walked towards the airport entrance. a honk made you take notice of your surroundings again, but that wasn't what worried you. you honked back.

“i'm leaving, damn it!”

a few hours later, you saw the notification with a text from heungmin.

baby: [photo] i've already written down the names of the things that were served to us on the plane. i'll buy them for us when i think you deserve them again.

y/n: cruel

baby: only fair

mason mount

"have a nice day, sweetheart. i'm heading out. love you."

you were still curled up in bed. the day off came at a good time, because you felt completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was rot in that bed. it was unfair that mason had to leave, but you accepted it, not having much to do, but you thought you'd play with him a bit, before he left.

"have a good game this weekend. text me when you get home, yeah?" you mumbled.

mason nodded and was about to close the bedroom door and let you go back to sleep, when he realized what had just happened. you didn't say it back. you always did, it was something that came out automatically and genuinely from both of you, but not this time.

he put his hand on the doorknob and went back to looking at you in bed, your eyes alight with a mischievous gleam that he didn't notice.

"is everything alright?" he asked, worried.

mason wasn't usually insecure with you, he simply had no reason to be. so when something like this happened, he got worried that something was wrong and he didn't notice.

"yes," you answered, falsely confused by his question, when you knew where it's coming from.

mason shook his head slowly, processing. he dropped his bag on the floor and stepped closer to the bed, stopping right next to you.

"are you sure?" he continued, looking for something in your expression.

"what is it, mase?"

he let out a frustrated sigh. you could tell he was struggling to understand what was going on.

"you know you can tell me anything, right?" he reinforces.

"mase. love."

you got up, pushing the sheets away from your body, sitting up in bed.

"you didn't say you loved me back. is something wrong?"

"love, i don't..."

your heart squeezed when you saw his expression.

"because i say i love you every day in the most sincere way i can. come on, tell me, what happened? i can cancel my flight right now and we'll sort it out."

"mase, what? no!"

he couldn't be serious about canceling his flight and not being at the game this weekend, for goodness sake! it was an important game and he was still earning his place in the team, you would never let him do that, even if there was something wrong.

"baby, i was joking. of course i love you back." you giggled, leaning your forehead against his.

"what?" he let go and you laughed even harder. 

"that's not funny, y/n! you scared me."

"sorry, sorry!" you rushed to say, kissing his lips."it was just a prank. no canceling flights, okay?"

he shook his head, his lips almost forming a pout.

"i'm not convinced it was a prank. are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

him doubting you made you realize that the prank didn't go as planned. however, you also learned that it was important to him, in a way you hadn't imagined.

"there's nothing wrong, i promise."

he arched his eyebrow.

"really?"

this time you rolled your eyes.

"mason. you don't believe me?" you fire back.

"i just...” he tried to say, but you interrupted him.

"i love you. yesterday, today, tomorrow. the rest of my life. i love you."

he finally seemed convinced and held your face with both hands, foreheads still pressed together.

"even if things go wrong?"

"especially if things go wrong."

he smiled. so openly that you found yourself melting for his beauty again - secretly.

"i'll never get tired of hearing that."

[insidekatmind]

Physiotherapist~ Jude Bellingham

Wearning: slight smut

It was a morning like many others in your physiotherapy studio. The sunlight filtered through the windows, and the sound of the instruments you were organizing mixed with the faint hum of the city outside. You were finishing up the last few things when the phone rang. You answered with your usual professionalism, but the voice on the other end surprised you.

"Hello, this is Jude Bellingham, a player for Real Madrid," said a young, polite voice, with an English accent that revealed his origins. "I had a small issue with my leg during training, and they told me about you. Could you come to my house to check it out?"

It took a moment to process the situation. Jude Bellingham? The talented midfielder for Real Madrid? And he was calling you? This wasn’t something that happened every day. Recovering from the shock, you calmly responded.

"Certainly, Mr. Bellingham. Tell me where you live, and I’ll come as soon as possible."

He gave you the address of an elegant villa, located in an exclusive area of Madrid. Shortly after, you were in your car, with your work kit, heading toward what promised to be a very different kind of day.

---

You arrived in front of an imposing gate. After announcing yourself, the gate slowly opened, revealing a modern villa surrounded by a perfectly manicured garden. Jude greeted you at the door. He was tall, with a kind smile despite the slight discomfort evident in his posture.

"Thank you so much for coming so quickly," he said, inviting you inside. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

"It’s my job," you replied with a professional smile, placing your kit on the coffee table in the living room. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"I was training yesterday," he began to explain, showing you a slight swelling on the lower part of his thigh. "I felt a sort of tear when I suddenly changed direction. It’s not too painful, but it bothers me when I walk, and I’m worried it might get worse."

You examined his leg carefully, applying pressure at certain points and observing his reactions.

You sit beside him on the treatment table, positioning yourself comfortably to work more effectively. Gently, you lift his leg and place it on your knees, supporting it with both hands. You begin massaging with slow, precise movements, trying to identify any areas of tension.

Focusing on a specific area near the knee, you press lightly with your fingers, carefully watching his reaction.

"Tell me, does it hurt if I press here?" you ask, maintaining a calm and professional tone, but with a hint of concern in your voice, ready to assess his response.

Jude looked at you as you touched his leg, he was a bit taken by surprise, since your touch sent a shiver down his spine, but he tried his best to keep a cool demeanor. "Uhm, yeah, a little"

You nod silently, keeping your gaze focused on Jude's knee as your hands continue to move with precision. Your fingers trace the muscles around the joint, exploring gently and applying measured pressure.

"Here?" you ask, maintaining a calm and professional tone, but with a trace of concern in your voice, ready to assess his answer.

Jude let a soft breath when you touched his thigh. A shiver travelled through his body once again, it was very hard to hide his reaction to your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment before answering. "Mhm... Yes, there too"

Your hands move with gentleness but firmness, slowly traveling up his leg to examine the area above the knee. You massage the muscles carefully, trying to sense any tension or irregularities under your fingertips. Then you press on a spot just slightly higher, tilting your head slightly as you watch his expression.

"And here?" you ask in a calm, reassuring tone, maintaining eye contact to catch any subtle sign of discomfort or pain.

With his answer, you moved your hands higher and a soft moan escaped from his lips, a shiver ran down his spine and he swallowed, trying his best to contain himself. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. "Mhm,yeah... right there".

As soon as you hear her groaning choked, you look up, worried. Your hands stop a moment above that critical point, then you start massaging it with gentle circular movements, trying to relieve the tension. "Does it hurt a lot?" Ask him in a soft but serious voice, looking carefully at his face for any signs of discomfort as you continue to work on the area.

Jude's breath quickened as you massaged the sensitive area. His body tensed at the contact, and he had a hard time keeping a neutral expression on his face, his self-control was weakening. "Yeah, It's sore... really sore"

Nod slightly, your eyes attentive to his signals as your hands continue to work very gently on the sore area. Your movements become even slower and measured, applying a minimum of pressure to not cause you further discomfort.

Stay focused, maintaining eye contact from time to time to make sure he is well, ready to modulate treatment based on his reaction.

Jude inhaled deeply as you continued to massage the sensitive area. His grip on the couch tightened, trying his best not to moan again. His breaths were getting heavier and uneven as your touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. "Mhm,God... Just like that"

You nod with a serene expression, interpreting his silence and movements as a sign that the pain was diminishing. Continuing to massage gently, look up at him and ask in a calm and professional tone:

"Is that okay or do you want me to add a little more pressure?"

Your voice is soft, reassuring, ready to adapt to give you the greatest relief.

Jude closed his eyes, trying to contain his growing desire for you. He felt his body trembling slightly with each touch from you. His voice came out in a low and raspy tone."No ... no, your pressure is good .. Just keep going, please"

You nod silently, your expression focused yet serene, as your hands continue to move carefully over the affected area. You maintain a delicate but firm touch, adjusting each movement to provide maximum relief without causing further discomfort. Your gaze remains attentive, picking up on every nuance in his reactions, as you dedicate yourself to professionalism and patience.

Jude let out a soft, shaky exhale, his body tense and responsive to your touch. The pressure of your hands on him was driving him crazy, his mind was foggy with desire, each movement you made leaving him more breathless."God, that feels so good...Don't stop, please..."

As you continue to massage with slow, measured movements, look up at him with a calm and reassuring expression.

"Are you feeling better?" you ask with innocence, the tone of your voice gentle and free from pressure, focusing completely on his well-being. Your hands do not stop working, adapting to his breath and any signs of relief.

Jude's breath was now ragged and uneven, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to massage him. He managed to let out a shaky response."Much better... please don't stop".

Nod with a slight smile, noting that the tension seems to be lessening. Continuing to massage gently, your hands work in a rhythmic and measured way, trying to relieve any stiffness. You focus completely on his leg, without haste, while carefully observing his reactions to see if the pain is fading.

The silence in the room is interrupted only by the sound of your gentle movements and his breaths

Each movement of your hands sent another wave of pleasure through his body, his grip on the couch tightening as he tried to contain his reactions. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you continued to massage him. "God... I... I need more...Please..."

Focusing on his well-being, apply a little more pressure during the massage, trying to work deeply on the sore area. Your gaze becomes more attentive as you observe it, noticing every little reaction.

"Does it still hurt?" Ask with worried voice, soft tone but serious, as you continue with the treatment, ready to adjust the pressure if necessary.

Jude's breath hitched as you pressed harder, a soft moan escaped his lips as he bit down on them to keep them in. He shook his head quickly, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of your hands on him. "No... not anymore... but... just don't stop... please"

You look at him with a concerned expression, noticing every subtle sign on his face. Your voice becomes even more gentle as you ask, trying to be reassuring but attentive to every response. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

Jude held your gaze, letting out a shaky breath as he spoke."It's all fine, keep going, please don't stop."

Continue massaging gently, slowly sliding down your leg looking for other areas of tension. Your hands move carefully, exploring every part until you stop at a point lower.

Looking at it carefully, ask in a calm and reassuring voice. "Does this hurt?"

Observe your reaction, ready to adapt the treatment based on the response, maintaining eye contact to better understand if there is still discomfort or if the pain is abating.

His body tensed again, as your hands slid lower, he swallowed hard, fighting the sudden intense sensation. He took a few moments to reply, and when he did, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah...that's where it hurts..."

You nod slightly, continuing to massage the area you just touched with delicate and precise movements. Your focus is complete as you ensure not to apply too much pressure, aiming to relax each tense muscle. "Is it better this way?" you ask, your voice calm and reassuring, while you continue the treatment attentively, ready to adjust your touch based on how he feels.

As you spoke, he breathed out a low moan, his voice strained with desire. "Much better...but don't stop just yet..."

He reached up and gently grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand further down his leg, his body responding with another shiver of pleasure.

You continue to massage the area gently, focusing on the muscles that need more attention. After a few moments, you stop the movements and, with a calm gesture, slide his left leg off your knees, supporting it gently as you lower it with care.

Then, with the same attention, you take his right leg, lifting it and carefully positioning it on your knees, ready to resume the treatment.

Jude watched intently as you switched from massaging his left leg to the right, his body still burning with desire. He watched your every move, taking in every detail of your touch, his breathing heavy and uneven. " God... that feels so good... don't stop... Please..."

You look at him with a concerned expression as you position his right leg on your knees. Your eyes are focused on his reaction, trying to discern if there's still any sign of pain.

"Does it hurt?" you ask in a gentle voice, ready to stop or adjust the treatment based on his response. Your full attention is on him, aiming to ensure his utmost comfort.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes still fixed on you, his body responding to your touch by involuntarily arching into your hand."No... it doesn't hurt... it feels amazing...:

He reached out and touched your wrist, gently pulling you closer, wanting more of your touch.

You nod slightly, carefully observing his every reaction as you begin to gently massage his right thigh. Your hands move with precision over the muscles, searching for any areas of tension. Then, with a gentle motion, you press on a specific spot on his thigh.

"Does it hurt?" you ask in a calm and concerned voice, trying to assess his reaction.

He let out an involuntary gasp when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, his body tensing slightly at the sudden sensation. "mhm... yeah..."He exhaled deeply, his voice low and strained, the feel of your hand on his skin causing his heart to race with desire. "But don't... don't stop...please..."

As you continued to massage him, Jude's breathing became more ragged, each movement sending another wave of pleasure through his body. He closed his eyes and leaned back, his body arching involuntarily, seeking more contact with you.

He tried to keep his responses under control, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Feeling himself hardening in his pants, he tried to muffle a low moan, his voice strained as he spoke. "God, please.... don't stop.... it feels so good... please"

You look at him with an innocent expression, continuing to massage his leg with gentle, measured movements. Your focus is entirely on him, aiming to relieve any tension.

You press gently on another area of his thigh and, looking at him with kindness, ask,

"Does it still hurt here? Your tone is soft and calm as you observe his every reaction, ready to adjust the pressure to ensure maximum relief.

Jude let out a low, shaky exhale, his body quivering with pleasure as your hands glided over his skin. He watched you intently, his body responding to your every touch as he tried to keep his growing desire in check. "No, not there... but... a little higher, please..."

His voice was strained and hoarse, his body tense with desire as he watched you, silently begging for your touch.

As your hand moved closer to his inner thigh, Jude inhaled deeply, his body tensing in anticipation, his eyes fixed on you as if begging you to continue. "Yes... please... just like that...:

His voice was a low and shaky whisper, his body involuntarily arching into your touch, wanting more of your attention on him.

Each touch from you sent a wave of pleasure through him, and he fought to keep his body from reacting too visibly, but was failing miserably. The pleasure was almost becoming overwhelming, his body trembling under your touch, his mind clouded with desire. " God, please... don't stop... it feels so good..."

He tried to keep his voice steady, but his breaths were growing more ragged with each passing moment.

You continue to gently stroke his thigh, looking for any other signs of pain. "Is it better?" you ask softly, your tone tender and concerned as you keep a close watch on his reactions.

Jude closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, his body responding to your touch with a shudder of pleasure. Your touch felt like electricity on his skin, sending currents of desire through him."Much better... but... don't stop, please..."

He reached out and gently put his hand on your wrist, silently pleading for you to continue touching him.

You comply with his request and continue, maintaining a gentle, focused touch as you proceed with the treatment, staying attentive to his comfort and any signs of discomfort.

Jude let out a soft moan as you continued to touch him, his body arching involuntarily towards your hand, seeking more of the delicious sensations you were causing. He was losing control, the pleasure too intense to ignore any longer. "God... I... I need more...Please, don't stop..."

You look at him with concern. "Does it still hurt?" you ask, watching his expression closely. Jude nods, but you can tell he's lying.

Jude knew that he should stop you, that this was getting out of hand, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, and the thought of you pulling away was unbearable. "Yes... it still hurts..." He said, his voice ragged, his body trembling with desire, his eyes fixed on you, silently begging you to keep touching him.

You look at him worried." I know it may sound strange but can you take off your shorts?" The questions and you get up for a moment to go get the cream.

Jude's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but there was also a flicker of anticipation in them. He nodded silently, then slowly began to take off his sweatpants, his hands shaking slightly as he did so.

Jude looked at his enormous hardness that was in his underwear that threatened to come out and really hoped that you would not notice

He watched you spread the cream on your hands and then you took his thigh putting it back on yours and massaged it with the cream

As you applied the cream, Jude watched you intently, his body responding to your touch, his breathing getting ragged. The coolness of the cream was a stark contrast to the heat of his skin, and the feeling of your hands on him sent another wave of pleasure through his body "Oh God, yes... that feels so good...".His voice was a low, strained whisper, his body quivering under your touch, his mind clouded with a mixture of pleasure and desire.

Jude's body seemed to have a mind of its own, as it responded to your touch more than he could control. His hips raised slightly, seeking more of the delicious sensations your hands were creating. He tried to control himself, not wanting to give in completely to his desire, but it was becoming harder with each passing moment.

"How do you feel?" you ask, continuing to massage, your tone soft and attentive as you watch his reactions carefully.

Jude tried to speak, but his voice didn't work properly, his body too overwhelmed by the pleasure your hands were giving him. " God, you feel so good..."

He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself, but his body was reacting to every little movement your hands made on him.

Nod and go on. Jude took your hand and with a fake mistake made you touch his hardness to bring your hand under the thigh saying that here he hurt . You nodded and massaged that area with cream.

As you rubbed the cream on his thigh, Jude let out a low gasp, his body tensing under your touch. He couldn't help but silently curse himself for the slip, knowing that you had to have felt his hardness when he accidentally guided your hand there."Yes, that's sore too.... really sore".He tried to keep his voice steady, but there was an obvious hint of desperation in his tone.

You nod, feeling sorry for him. "I'm sorry you're in so much pain," you say innocently, continuing the massage with gentle movements.

Jude listened to your words, his chest feeling heavy with guilt for deceiving you, but at the same time, he couldn't deny how good your touch felt on his body."It's.... It's okay... you're making it better... your touch is helping..." He looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire, silently pleading for you to continue touching him, despite knowing it was wrong.

Jude could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, your hands on him sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Every little touch was both ecstasy and torture, and he was struggling to hold back"God... please... I'm not sure how much more I can take..."His voice was strained, his breathing increasingly ragged

You look at him worried texting more intensely his thigh "does it hurt you again?" Ask. He while feeling reach his climax

Jude's breathing quickened, his body tensing up as he tried his best to conceal what was happening, but it was becoming almost impossible to do so. " No... not as much anymore... but... but it's still sore..."He managed to say, his voice choked and strained, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to contain his reactions.

You nodded and hummed while you continued massaging his thigh, and by mistake you touched a little bit of his hardness making him come "how do you feel?"

As your hand accidentally brushed against his hardness, a low, strangled moan escaped his lips

" God....so good....so much better..."His body was trembling under your touch, as he tried to come down from the intense pleasure you had just given him, his breathing still.

He smiled satisfied for coming without you noticing. You gave your last massages to his "better?"

Jude swallowed hard, his body trembling with pleasure, his breathing slowly returning to normal. " So much better... thank you... you have no idea how much your touch is helping me..."

He looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire, thankful that you hadn't noticed the true reason for his pleasure.

You nod and remove your hands from his thighs. "Next time, try to be more careful when you train," you say softly. "And if you need any more massages, you can call me," you continue, offering reassurance with a gentle tone.

Jude chuckled softly, his body feeling relaxed and satisfied after the intense mix of pleasure and deception. He looked at you, grateful for your help, but also a bit guilty for lying about the real reason for his pain. " I'll be more careful... and if I need more help, I know who to call."

He smiled genuinely, his eyes lingering on you, silently promising himself he won't ask for your touch again, despite his body begging for more.

As he put his sweatpants back on, Jude couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with regret. He knew that he had taken advantage of your kindness and generosity, but the pleasure he had experienced was something he wasn't sure he could willingly give up.He walked with you towards the door, his mind swirling with mixed emotions, his body still buzzing with the memory of your touch, and silently wishing he could feel it again.

You smile,Jude returned your smile, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, silently hoping that you wouldn't read the guilt and desire in his gaze.

"Thank you, again... for your help."He said, his voice slightly hoarse, his body still aching for more of your touch, but knowing he had to send you away .

You smile gently and say, "It's my job," your voice soft and comforting, as you continue to offer reassurance.

Jude's eyes softened slightly at your words, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of your voice. Even though he knew he was being selfish, he couldn't help the pang of disappointment he felt at hearing you brush off your actions as simply part of your job." I guess it is."He said quietly, his gaze lingering on you, his mind silently longing for the sweet torture of your touch again

You chuckle softly, looking at him with a warm, understanding smile.

Jude's heart skipped another beat as your laugh filled the air, his body responding involuntarily to the sound. His eyes roamed over your face, tracing the shape of your lips, silently wondering what it would be like to taste them, to claim them as his own.He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, his guilt battling with his overpowering desire.

"See you, Jude," you say softly, giving him a kind smile before you turn and leave.

Jude watched you go, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions, his body longing to call you back, to ask you to stay a little longer, just so he could feel your hands on him, even for just a moment longer." See you…". He said quietly, his voice strained, as he watched you disappear, knowing that the memory of your touch would haunt him for days to come.

[dorabellingham]

Mini Bellingham

warning: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when after fans suspect, you actually find out you're pregnant

may contain spelling and translation errors!

A few weeks after the last wave of rumors that Jude Bellingham was going to be a father, you realized that something was really different. It wasn't just the slight swelling in your shirt, nor the symptoms that you attributed to the fast pace of travel and the crazy routine in Madrid. After a few days of feeling more tired than usual and having some morning sickness, you decided to put the doubt to rest once and for all.

The next morning, you took a pregnancy test from the bathroom, and a few minutes later, the two little lines appeared on the screen, confirming what you didn't even know you were expecting: you were pregnant. The emotion was intense and immediate. You laughed to yourself, tears welling up in surprise, and you stood there, absorbing the feeling of now having a precious and charming secret to share with Jude.

You knew he needed a surprise to match. After all, if the love of your life was going to find out he was going to be a father, it had to be in the most special way possible. You quickly planned a gesture that was symbolic and at the same time very much connected to the dream you both shared. In the following days, you sneaked out to organize everything: a mini-uniform of the English national team with the number ten and the name Bellingham on the back. You thought of every detail and, to make the surprise complete, you put together a kit with the uniform, the pregnancy test and a handwritten letter.

On the weekend, Jude arrived home after a hard training session, without thinking about anything. He was hungry and just wanted to rest. You smiled when you saw him come in distracted, already taking off his boots and adjusting his shirt. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, you approached him smiling and held out a small box with a red bow, which he accepted, confused.

—Is this… a present?

Jude asked, arching an eyebrow with a curious expression. You bit your lip, trying to contain your excitement, and shook your head.

—Go on, open it!

You said, with a smile that you could barely contain.

The eldest Bellingham opened the box and, when he pulled off the tissue paper, he came across the small uniform of the English national team. He looked at you with a surprised expression, not fully understanding, until he saw the pregnancy test. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a smile of complete surprise and disbelief.

—Babe…? —He could barely speak, swallowing hard. —Are you… serious?

You nodded, smiling with your eyes full of tears.

—Congratulations, daddy!

You whispered, the words almost coming out like a melody.

He laughed, a surprised laugh, his face hidden in his hands as he processed the news. Emotion took over him, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, long hug, laughing and crying at the same time.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Jude pulled away enough to look at you, his eyes brimming with happiness.

—A mini Bellingham… I can’t believe it! I’m already the luckiest man in the world just to have you, and now… Is this real?

You laughed, wiping a tear from his face.

—It’s real. And you know what’s funny? I think even your fans were already suspicious. But now, only the two of us know.

He looked at the mini-uniform in his hands, turning it over and getting lost in the details.

—I don’t even know how to thank you for giving me the greatest gift in the world, Y/n.

He kissed the top of your head, then brought his hand to your belly, still flat, but which would soon begin to show the first signs of this new phase.

You took the letter, handing it to him.

—There’s one more thing.

He opened the envelope carefully and read, still emotional:

"Dear Jude,

Thank you for being the best partner and the love of my life. I knew I wanted you to be the father of my children from the moment I realized I would do anything to be by your side. Today, I begin a new journey by your side, and I can only imagine how much we will love this baby. Our baby.

Thank you for everything, and thank you for being you. With all my love,

Y/n."

Jude could barely contain his emotion as he finished reading the letter. He looked at you, touched, and simply said.

—I love you more than anything in this world, love. More than I ever thought possible. And now... now there are three of us.

You snuggled into his arms, feeling completely at peace. From that moment on, your world was bigger, more complete, and the wait for that little Bellingham would be the sweetest of all.

[jsprnt]

it’s difficult to communicate with a cute boy when you don’t speak each other’s language fluently

arda güler x jude’s younger sister

A/N: missed writing so much! based on this request, thank you babes! ❤️ (physical features are not specified!)

W/C: 1.574

"I'm outside, hurry up.."

you scream at your incredibly slow older brother through the phone. squinting as the july sun beams through your windshield, into your eyes.

"you're so impatient, you guys-" your brother huffs, his voice low and hushed.

"I'm not the impatient one! mister jobe over here, just ate an entire bag of sweet-and-salty popcorn in one sitting!"

you turn you head, giving jobe a nasty look, in turn, receiving a jab from your irish twin.

"stop! we got it to share!" you shout, rubbing your arm.

"now he's hitting me, come on, or I'll kick him out of the car!"

You scream, fighting back the urge to open the passenger door and kick your brother out to the curb.

"I'll be there in five, behave.."

"It's never just five minutes with you, and I'm not a dog, so I won't 'behave'-"

before you can end your sentence, your older brother hangs up on you. leaving you speechless as jobe snorts at you.

"fuckin' rude ass.."

you mumble, leaning back into your car seat.

"here, sis.." he suddenly says, nice enough, tipping the bag of popcorn just enough for you to see the contents.

it's not much, but it is something..

"thanks.." you reply, sticking your hand into the bag, and retrieving the sweet-and-salty goodness, popping the crunchy snack into your mouth.

five minutes turn into ten, and before you know it, it's been over half an hour.

"look! finally.."

you look up from your phone when jobe suddenly speaks. sighing in relief when you spot jude walking out of the real madrid training center.

"Is he alone?" you squint, moving your head to see.

"he's with brahim, and arda.."

you perk up at the names, immediately following his gaze to the three guys, all carrying their toiletry bags. indicating they'd just finished training.

the second name uttered by your brother, had your heart stuttering instantly. you try to hide the smile creeping up to your face, and pretend like you're still pissed at your older brother for being- extra late.

though, seeing the boy you've been crushing on for a couple months, next to him- maybe, just maybe you'll forgive jude for being so late.

you clear your throat, trying to act like seeing arda hadn't thrown you off a bit, and roll your window down as jude walks over to you.

"you're late.." you mutter, trying to scold your older brother, very discreetly.

you squeal when his hand comes up your face, his palm stretched over your face to shut you up.

"and I'm paying dinner, again, so shush.." he mutters, pulling his hand back when you slap his arm.

"paying for food is your duty as an older brother. it's not like you earn money to buy things for yourself.." you bite, smiling when jobe chimes in.

"yeah, big bro- she has a point.."

you grin at your big brother's expression, though your face falls when he starts talking to his teammates.

your eyes flicker to arda, noticing he'd gotten his hair cut since the last time you saw him.

you had been crushing on him since the day you two met, when you picked up jude after one of his spanish classes, and drove arda home too. out of the kindness of your licenseless-older-brother's heart.

arda didn't even speak that much english, nor did you speak any turkish.

spanish wasn't totally out of the question for the both of you, since you both were learning the language after moving there.

safe to say, you knew the guys communicated in a strange mix of spanish and mostly english. whatever was understood, went.

"can the guys join us?" jude suddenly says, breaking you out of your trance.

"you're paying, so I won't object.." jobe says, leaning back into his seat, and pulling his seatbelt on.

"sure, why not?"

not even twenty minutes pass, and your already parking your little volkswagen polo into the parking lot of the restaurant.

'a perfect first car for my daughter, especially in a new country..' your dad had beamed at the spanish dealership. shaking the dealer’s hand like he'd just bought a brand-new mercedes.

the ride to the unfamiliar restaurant is less awkward than you'd imagined, with two of your older brother's friends in the backseat. mainly lively due to your, suddenly very talkative brothers.

"we're here.." you speak, killing the engine and collecting your handbag.

your eyes dart to the building, and back to your outfit.

you'd never been before, and could only arrive correctly due to jude screaming a couple of directions in between his gossip session.

you sigh to yourself, your pretty summer dress was definitely better than the basic tee and sweatpants worn by the guys.

turning, you reach over to open your door, gasping when the door is opened by someone else.

you look up, making eye contact with a certain age mate of yours. you smile up at him, like it's on instinct, getting out of the car as he holds the door open for you.

"thank you, arda.." you speak, trying to hide the nervous tremble in your voice.

there was something about that smile that made you want to cheese over him all the time. and his brown hair, which looked golden in the sunlight, or the language barrier that made it extra difficult to get closer to him.

but, if your older brother could do it, you could too..

"have you been here before? to this restaurant?" you ask, eyes expressive as you watch him close your car door once you've stepped out.

"yes, two times.." he answers in his thick turkish accent, making eye contact with you.

"was it good?" you continue, eyes flickering to your brothers and brahim already walking into the restaurant.

noticing, you both speed up your pace, your handbag dangling from your hand, and in between you both.

"very good, delicious.."

you chuckle at the movements he makes to express himself, finding it absolutely adorable to his already sweet personality.

"that's good. I trust your taste.."

your words earn an awkward grin back, and you clear your throat. holding yourself back from completely crossing the line.

"you're insanely slow today.."

you hold back a surprised gasp when jobe grabs onto your hand, unaware of your moment with arda. your brother drags you towards a reserved table, and you sigh in reluctance before plastering a smile on your face and greeting the hostess.

the next couple minutes are filled with laughter and chatter, you glance across the table often. conveniently sitting across from arda. you notice the quick glances he takes, and grin to yourself.

taking a second bite of pasta, you look at your bothers. sneaking a bite of jobe's food when he's not looking.

you freeze when you hear a lone chuckle, looking up with red sauced lips to make eye contact with a smiley arda.

he quirks up a brow, looking down at his pizza, before sliding the plate closer to you.

"share?" he suggests with a smile, making you nod eagerly.

"deal.." you say, sliding your plate closer to him. before snatching a slice of the pizza.

"delicious..." you mutter, covering your mouth when you chew down on the cheesy goodness.

arda nods back excitedly, glancing at you with the most tender look in his eyes.

you gulp your food down with an ice-cold lemonade, watching as arda tries your pasta.

"very good.." he finally says, looking at you with a thumb pointing up. giving you the universal sign for 'good/okay'.

though, your cute food tasting moment is interrupted by jobe pricking his fork into your pasta, ruining the mood.

"can I have a breadstick?" he mutters, mouth full.

"I thought you said that you had a new diet for next season?"

"it's a breadstick. come on, sis.."

"okay- you're making it sound like I'm restricting you. eat all you want, damn.." you mutter, chuckling when you make eye contact with arda.

"you want one?" you ask, holding the breadbasket out.

"no, thank you.." you hear him say, before you're distracted by the rest of your food.

later, when dessert is ordered, and you're staring at your empty plate of food when it's being taken away, your phone pings.

you look up, unlocking your phone quickly before reading a pop up message.

'receive a note from 'arda's iphone'?'

you look up at him, quirking up a brow at the smiling boy.

you accept quickly, eyes scanning the message.

'you me, dinner again? I will study english for you.'

you almost lose your composure at the phone number underneath the sweet message, your face and body heating up.

your eyes lock, and you try to nod as discreetly as possible.

you save the number quickly, sending him a message, and watch his phone screen light up.

you grin to yourself, both of you sneaking glances at each other.

flustered enough, to not notice the look both your brothers and brahim are sending you two.

your older brother is protective as ever, though confused about what he should worry about.

arda was a good kid, and there was no way in hell he could give him the 'older brother talk' in your stead. 

"your dessert, miss..”

you tune out the waiter, mind drifting to the message arda sent. 

cute, you think.

what should you wear on your first date with him?

[rmadridcore]

NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Requested

Word count: 2.3K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: Another request I had on my list that came just in time lmao 🤍 Enjoy, anon!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Jude is practically a ritual. No matter how intense the moment, he makes sure you end the night feeling cherished and at ease. He’s meticulous — cleaning you up with a warm cloth, whispering soft reassurances as he gently wipes away any lingering mess. If he’s gone rough, you’re guaranteed a warm bath where he’ll tenderly wash every inch of you, his touch as gentle as his words, massaging your skin with care. Jude gets extra affectionate afterward; he wants to be close, savoring the post-intimacy warmth with his arms wrapped tightly around you. For him, holding you is almost like another way of saying "I love you" and he needs you to feel that just as deeply.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, Jude is truly torn. He adores your eyes, especially how they’re filled with love, but also how they look when he’s making them roll back. Then there’s your hair — soft and fragrant, perfect for his hands to pull when he’s got you on all fours or on your knees. Naturally, he’s captivated by your body, your curves, but if he had to pick a favorite, it’s your lips. Those soft, inviting lips that kiss him tenderly, speak words of love, and do...other things that drive him crazy. The way your lips look wrapped around him or just lightly kissing his fingers, or how they brush over his sensitive spots; it’s irresistible.

For himself, it’s between two: he loves his hands, for what they can do to you — massaging, exploring, or lifting you closer when you’re arched back. And, well, his other favorite…take a lucky guess. But those hands of his? They’re his pride and joy when it comes to you.

C = Cum (anything to do with come, basically)

Jude’s favorite place to is definitely inside you. It’s like he’s on another level when he feels your warmth around him, holding him close — he loves how intimate and possessive it feels, and nothing compares to hearing you ask for it. That alone drives him wild. But if he’s feeling extra smug, he’ll finish on you, usually your face. He loves seeing his release on your lips or the stray drops on your lashes, and the way you look with him still covering you leaves him in awe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jude loves marking you, even if he rarely admits it. Knowing the hickeys he left are hidden away on your thighs or chest makes him feel smugly possessive. When he’s in a more playful mood, though, he’ll leave them somewhere visible and watch you try to hide them the next day. Seeing you subtly covering up the spots, his love bites just barely hidden, makes him lose his mind.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jude’s had his fair share of experiences, he’s learned a lot over time and he definitely knows what he’s doing. But with you, he’s dedicated to learning you — he’s incredibly observant and pays attention to all the tiny details about what you like. Every sigh, every shiver, he notes it down mentally, building a whole guide to pleasing you specifically. His experience shows, but he doesn’t coast on it, he’s always looking to make each moment even better, to discover new ways to make you feel good. He’s invested in making every time together feel like it’s just for you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves anything that lets him see you. Whether it’s missionary, or having you on his lap facing him, or you riding him, Jude is addicted to watching you. Seeing your face flushed and eyes struggling to stay focused on him? It’s everything he wants. The way your expression changes when he’s deep inside you, seeing every little reaction up close — it just drives him to keep going, to watch you unravel bit by bit under his touch.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous etc.)

Jude’s mood is flexible, sometimes he’s lighthearted, laughing softly and whispering silly things to make you giggle. Other times, he’s intensely focused, his full attention on you, dead serious about making you feel every inch of his passion. But no matter the mood, his smugness is always there; he can’t help those teasing remarks and that cocky grin, even at the height of intimacy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is definitely a man who takes pride in keeping himself well-groomed. His hair on top is always styled and maintained, and it’s no different down below. He keeps everything tidy and natural, making sure he’s clean and presentable for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

With Jude, it’s all about intimacy. He knows that true intimacy is about genuine connection, and he feels that connection with you. His favorite moments are when he’s as close to you as possible, his gaze holding yours if you can keep your eyes open long enough. He’s deeply romantic, telling you all the things he adores about you as he kisses down your body. His intensity and passion grow when he’s with you — nothing matters more to him than making you feel cherished and loved.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jude likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? When you’re not around, he’ll definitely take matters into his own hands, but he much prefers if you’re on the other end of a phone or FaceTime call with him. If that’s not possible, he has a stash of Polaroids he’s snapped of you, his favorites that he keeps hidden away to help him out when he needs it. To him, nothing compares to the real thing, but he’ll make do when he’s missing you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man has the most obvious praise kink. When you tell him how good he’s making you feel or how much you love what he’s doing to you, it’s all he needs to melt into a mess. The more you praise him, the more he ramps up his efforts, practically obsessed with hearing your approval. There are moments when your compliments even make his cheeks heat up, and that vulnerability drives him to work harder, making him practically feral in his need to satisfy you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While he’s up for a lot as long as you two have privacy, his favorite place will always be the bed. It’s where he can fully take his time, exploring you without limits. The bed gives him the freedom to do whatever he pleases with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It’s honestly everything about you, he’s helplessly attracted to every detail. However, nothing drives him crazier than seeing you in his jersey, with his name and number on the back. He can’t get over the sight of “Bellingham” and “5” emblazoned across your shoulders; it’s a powerful reminder that you’re his, and he’s yours. If you wear it around the house, you’re almost guaranteed to end up pinned against a wall, bent over a counter, or pulled onto his lap as he can’t resist making the most of the moment.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s quite open-minded and loves experimenting with new things together, but he has hard boundaries, and bringing other people into your sex life is a firm no. He’s fiercely protective over your bond and can’t even stomach the idea of sharing you with anyone else. Naturally, anything that might hurt or make you uncomfortable is off the table; that goes without saying.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jude’s mouth was made to worship you — or so he often tells you with a smirk. He’s got serious skill, and he knows how to use it. When he’s between your thighs, it’s his favorite place, and he’s almost desperate as he laps you up, savoring every moment like it’s his last. He’s obsessed with making you come on his tongue and has to physically restrain himself from keeping his mouth on you for hours.

As for you going down on him, that’s a whole different high. Seeing you on your knees, with that gleam in your eyes and your tongue teasing him, brings him to his limit almost instantly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace varies with his mood, and he loves mixing it up. If he’s been yearning for you all day or feeling a bit possessive, he can get lost in a faster, rougher rhythm, his need for you overpowering everything else. But when the moment’s tender, like on your anniversary or after he’s missed you, it’s slow, steady, and dripping with affection. Every thrust is measured, intimate, filled with soft kisses, whispered promises, and hand-holding. He knows exactly when to be soft or rough, and it keeps things electric between you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Though quickies can be fun, Jude doesn’t favor them. He loves savoring every moment and finds it hard to rush through it; he’d much rather have the time to build up and bring you to the edge slowly. For him, foreplay is essential, and when he doesn’t have the time for all that care and buildup, he’s usually happier waiting until you can fully enjoy each other. That way, the anticipation only makes everything feel even more intense.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

You and Jude are both open to some risks, but you two tend to prioritize safety and privacy. The thrill is there, but he’d never want you both to risk getting caught in any real trouble. However, that doesn’t mean he’s a complete angel: he’s sneaked a hand under your dress at a fancy dinner, given you that mischievous smile, or pressed his hand over your mouth in rooms where you could easily be overheard. Those little thrills are more than enough for him, and they make every private moment afterward even more cherished.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Jude’s stamina is borderline legendary. He’s trained as a top athlete, and while he’s only human, you might be convinced he’s superhuman with how long he can last. He has a strict rule of making you cum at least once before he even thinks of reaching his own high, ensuring you’re completely taken care of. He’s always ready to go for more rounds than you might expect, coaxing you to “give him one more,” until you’re out of breath and only his name remains on your lips.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He enjoys keeping things interesting, so he has a few favorites like handcuffs, a blindfold, and a vibrator for when he’s in the mood to tease. But more than anything, he loves relying on his own body, his hands, mouth, and everything in between, to make you scream his name. He believes his personal touch is more satisfying than any toy could ever be.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jude is, without a doubt, the king of teasing. This is because he has learned all the tiny, almost unnoticeable things that turn you on and he exploits them like a motherfucker. He’ll make you flustered with a single look, drag out the anticipation until you’re practically begging, and won’t even touch you until he knows you’re fully aching for him. He loves seeing you on edge, desperate, and completely at his mercy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He knows how much you enjoy his sounds, so he doesn’t hold back. His deep, husky grunts, the way he moans in that accent, and his whispered, filthy words keep you coming undone. He’s vocal because he knows his sounds drive you wild, and he loves to let you know exactly how good you make him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s got a thing for mirror sex. He loves watching you watch yourself as he has his way with you, making you see just how needy and beautiful you are. It’s a game for him — if you close your eyes or look away, he’ll slow his pace and tease you until you’re back to looking at the reflection. It’s a control thing, and he absolutely relishes seeing you struggle to keep your eyes open.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

“Impressive” doesn’t quite do him justice. Jude’s perfectly large and proportional, the kind of fit that has you thinking about him hours after he’s left. When he’s fully hard and deep inside you, it’s a feeling you never get used to, almost as if he’s about to split you in half.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jude’s sex drive is fairly high, almost perpetually ready to show you how much he loves you. If he’s not dealing with major stress from his career, he’s pretty much down anytime, anywhere. Just a hint of flirtation or a touch from you is often all it takes to get him started.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As much as Jude loves sleep, he never nods off until he knows you’re completely settled. Watching you fall asleep in his arms, seeing your breathing slow and your face at ease — it gives him his own kind of peace. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable and content, then he lets himself drift off, happy to have you curled up beside him.

[loviingpedri]

birds of a feather - jude bellingham

prompt: going to an amusement park with your lover, jude.

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, not proofread

i love fluff with jude.

credits to owners for all images

putting on your wrist band, your dream date that only seemed like a fairytale finally came true. and, it was with your prince charming, jude bellingham.

nothing like celebrating the champions league win in an amusement park to get all of the energy out. the date has been in planning for weeks and it finally come true. jude was jumping in joy after seeing the bright lights flashing everywhere with a crowd of people of all ages expressing their excitement.

"i haven't been to an amusement park since i was little," he spoke to you while you held his arm. "seems like nothing changed."

"i don't think anything has changed. still brings the same nostalgia." you gave him a brief smile as you were following him to the first ride he wanted to go on.

as he stared in awe, you were looking at the roller coaster in fear. of course, the brave jude chose the ride that flips upside down and with many drops.

"our first ride has to be the most memorable." he held your hand as both of you got into the line.

"i'm not surprised you chose this one. yet, i still kind of wish you chose something not as grand." the longer you stared at it, the more scared you got. jude could sense it since your grip on his hand tightened as people in the ride were going upside down and screaming in terror.

"i know you're scared, but you always got me. i promise it's not as bad as it looks."

"glad the food already digested, or else my stomach would've started doing flips." sharing a laugh, it was finally your turn. you buckled your seatbelt and took a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself. feeling a bit nervous, jude never let go of your hand. his smile gave you warmth and a new sense of comfort. as the ride operator was giving out instructions, your heart began beating very quickly. not in panic, but in excitement.

in a swift motion, the ride seemed to have blasted into the sky. you noticed jude's spark in his eyes with eye contact. all fear went away with you and jude's hands going into the air, still interlocked.

the most anticipating moment crept up. going upside down, you held onto jude, with a "what the fuck" slipping out of your mouth. laughter was heard everywhere during the drop with everyone on the ride was screaming for their lives. the adrenaline faded out with the ride ending. your boyfriend swinging your arms while trying to explore the park.

"holy shit y/n, we have to go on that ride again before we leave."

"definitely. good choice by the way." sharing your smiles, you walked towards the ride with the loudest music playing.

"what can i say, i know good stuff." giving a playful push to his shoulder, the carts were going backwards and forward to the rhythm of the songs.

after waiting for your turn, it was finally time. jude choosing which cart carefully. you got into the cart with him following behind. he was jamming to the song playing as it was the current trending song.

"i'm working lateee, cause i'm a singerrr." he sang the lyrics loudly with an imaginary mic in his hand.

"mhm, my favorite singer actually." giving a boost to his ego, the ride started. it started very slow, but as the lights began flashing faster, so did the ride. jude was squishing you into the little corner with all of his body weight on you. he couldn't control it, nor could he control his laughter. "JUDE! YOU'RE SQUISHING ME."

"i can't help it!" it was true, no matter how much he moved, you were still trapped. seeing the couple in front of you, the girlfriend was also having trouble. with uncontainable laughter, the ride came to a sudden stop. jude was confused and thought it was broken. within a spilt second, the ride began going backwards. it was much better because you were no longer stuck in the little corner.

jude held his hand out to help you get out the ride.

"sorry about that. nothing you aren't used to though." he winked at you.

"it was like carrying a giant baby. guess you at the gym really paid off. it's like you doubled in size, in a good way." jude flexed his arm and kissed his muscle. you rolled your eyes playfully and walked away. he hugged you from behind.

"getting kind of hungry. i see a stand selling churros and chocolate. how does that sound?" you nodded in approval. jude being jude, he wanted to practice his spanish speaking skills. he was showing improvement, and was proud of himself.

sitting down next to jude as he ate to his heart and stomach's desire, a little kid walked past. you whispered to jude that the child was wearing a camavinga jersey.

"i think number 5 is better than number 12, yeah?" he spoke as he took another bite.

"no comment." he looked at you in hurt, but he cannot hide a smile for his life.

zoning out, billie eilish's birds of a feather began to play.

I want you to stay

after throwing away the food, jude sat down again with his arm around your shoulder. putting your head onto his shoulder, you wanted to stay like that forever.

Cause it was always you, alright

he was touching your hand gently. playing with the jewelry you wore. a small smile appeared on his face when he realized it was the jewelry he got you for your birthday.

Birds of a feather, we should stick together

he held onto you tighter, giving kisses on the top of your head. he played with the strands of your hair. in this moment, both of you realized, you were his, and he was yours.

But if it's forever, it's even better

he got up after he felt the food digested. walking to the next ride, making sure to keep you close, always. he was very intrigued with the swings that went into the air. although it looked like a headache, it was the best way to relax like you're in the sky, just like two birds.

getting on the swings, it felt like you were a little kid meeting another kid at the park. most importantly, both of you shared interests and passion. soon, inseparable.

you reached for his hand as the swings rose up.

I'll love you 'til the day that I die

going at a faster rate, jude let out a little scream because he thought he was gonna hit the tree. out of all things, he was scared of going into a tree branch. he never failed to put a smile on your face. both of you synchronized swing your feet throughout the ride. the wind blowing into your faces. it was like blowing all your worries away.

seeing in the corner of your eye, you spot a photo booth. a perfect way to end the night. quickly after the swings were feet level, you grabbed jude's arm and sprinted towards the booth. he wasn't sure what was happening, but put his full trust into you.

approaching the booth, your excitement only grew.

"what faces should we make?" you chose which frame on the photos, while letting the most photogenic person out of you decide.

"i think we should do a nice smile, then a funny face."

"jude, that's only two out of four photos."

"y/n, we can freestyle the last two, obviously." matching your tone, you gave him a little side eye.

the countdown began. both of you showing off your pearly whites.

click!

"funny face!" you said as you stuck out your tongue with a peace sign over your left eye. jude on the other hand, stuck up his arms like his celebration and opened his mouth.

click!

you didn't have time to react, so you cupped his face with your hand and gave him a smooch on his cheek. he didn't complain.

click!

last picture, gotta make it worth it. he turned your face and kissed you lightly on the lips. you could feel his smile, which only made you smile.

click!

without hesitation, he went out the booth to collect the photos. it was perfect. you couldn't have asked for a better date.

"i love you, don't act surprised." the words spilling out your mouth, jude put his hands on his cheeks with an 'o' expression to act surprised. you wiggled your eyebrows at him as you made it towards the exit of the park. a perfect night with your perfect person.

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author’s note: long time no see! this is a product of a laptop and a latte. probably one of my longest works ever. kinda in my motivational era. i'm still surprised i wrote this within like 2-3 hours. thank you guys for the growing support. hopefully, more works coming soon. as always, safe reads!

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

bb can u write something like jude coming home from practice and being angry, mad or something, and just storming off in his room, and later on (female) reader falls asleep on the couch teary eyed bcz she doesn't know what she did wrong

— bother / jude bellingham.

summary: jude cant hold in his anger from losing his match, resulting in a distant jude.

warnings: a bit of angst ??

masterlist

as the final whistle blew, distant whistles and boos came from the santiago bernabéu. the night in madrid was cold, the huge loss of the white giants filled the madrid air with coldness. as fans exited the stadium, jude proceeded to go to the locker room furious. he couldn’t help but feel anger, not being able to help his team out with at least scoring a goal. he disappointed the fans, maybe even his girlfriend. he mentally cursed himself out for not showing his potential, preparing for the hate he’d get on twitter by fellow madridistas.

meanwhile at the comfort of your shared apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness watching your boyfriends team lose heavily. you turned off the television, feeling sadness wash over you, over the terrible result in the bernabéu that just happened moments ago. you hated seeing your boyfriend sad, knowing these type of losses affected him heavily.

a couple hours later, the noise of bags falling echoed around the silent home. you ran to jude, excited to hug him and welcome him in. when reaching the tall british, you were welcomed with a cold and distant jude. “hey babe how was your game?”, you asked your boyfriend. upon your question, jude’s facial expression changed heavily. “what do you mean how was my game? did you even pay attention to what just happened?”,he asked furiously. his words hit you like a cold dagger that was plummeted into your heart, dry and distant, with a hint of anger still lingering in his voice. “do you want to talk about it?”, you asked trying to console your boyfriend. his words broke you, all you tried to do was ask if his game went okay, even though you’d know what his response would be. “no, god just leave me alone— you’re such a bother y/n.”, jude stated furiously. he quickly stormed off to your shared room, shutting the door loudly, letting you know to not even step foot into the room. your heart broke, you couldn’t contain your tears anymore.

you ran to your living room in tears, only seeing blurriness, and tasting the saltiness water streaming down your face. you mentally cursed yourself out feeling guilty for making him angry, even though it was not your fault at all. you knew he was a bit pissed off from his game still , but you never meant to provoke him even more than he was. you laid down on your sofa, grabbing a blanket and covering yourself completely. you wanted to give him space, let him cool down a bit.

meanwhile in your little bubble, your thoughts raced, ‘was it my fault for making him angry?’ you kept sobbing, overloading yourself with these negative thoughts. you let yourself cry until you couldn’t anymore. all you let out were heavy breaths which occupied the quiet home. with all the crying, it made you sleepy, and you couldn’t help but doze off into the night sky. you would soon be awaiting your boyfriends apology in the morning.

but was he right about you being a bother..?

a/n: i kind of tweaked it a bit anon!! also this is my first fic so im mentally cringing at myself bc im not used to this 🙁, so i hope yall like it

[drowning-in-paragraphs]

ON YOUR KNEES

jude bellingham x gf!reader

warnings: a bit of toxicity, +18 content, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, dom!Jude (maybe a bit mean), dirty talk, praising, possesive behaivor, a semipublic space, boys slut shaming the reader (not jude), and probably mistakes since english is not my first language.

summary: In the throbbing pulse of a nightclub, jealousy ignites a fiery confrontation between you and your boyfriend, Jude. Provoked by your dance with another man, he pulls you into a private moment of reckoning in the bathroom, demanding an apology that leaves no room for hesitation.

a/n: (somebody help me to come up with titles please)

The nightclub hummed with an intoxicating energy, a haven for lost souls seeking solace in the arms of strangers or the oblivion of a pounding bassline. The air was heavy with sweat, alcohol, and desperation masquerading as joy. You had dressed for war tonight, in a red satin dress that hugged your curves and heels high enough to command attention. This wasn’t your scene, not really. But Jude had been distant after the fight, and your insecurities screamed for validation louder than reason.

Jude Bellingham, your boyfriend, stood across the room, chatting with some friends. His laughter boomed, carefree and natural, and you wondered how he could be so unaffected by the rift that had formed between you after the fight. His presence was magnetic; even in a crowd, you were caught in his orbit, unable to escape.

And then there was Theo. A friend of a friend, someone whose name barely mattered. He had shown up with your group earlier in the night, and though he seemed charming in a low-key way, you hadn’t paid him much attention. Not until Jude, pointedly, hadn’t paid attention to you. His eyes swept over the crowd while laughing, skipping over you deliberately. It wasn’t subtle. The cold disregard had stung more than you cared to admit, especially when you’d tried earlier to bridge the gap with him.

The argument had started over something petty—an offhand comment about him always being preoccupied with football. You hadn’t meant for it to spiral, but his reaction had been defensive, his words clipped and final, leaving the tension between you unresolved. Now, with each minute that passed, the silence between you grew heavier. He hadn’t so much as glanced your way all evening, and it gnawed at you.

Theo, on the other hand, had noticed you. A cheeky grin lit up his face as he leaned closer, just enough to make you feel a little thrill of rebellion. When he offered his hand to dance, you hesitated for half a beat before slipping your fingers into his. If Jude wasn’t going to acknowledge you, then why shouldn’t you let someone else? After all, it was just a dance, and you were getting bored.

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Theo led you to the dance floor. The space was tight, and the proximity lent an intimacy to every movement. He wasn’t overbearing, though—his hands stayed respectfully at his sides, his rhythm perfectly matching yours as you swayed to the beat. You weren’t trying to make anything happen with Theo, but the act of dancing with him, of letting him pay you attention, felt like an act of defiance. You wanted Jude to notice. To feel something.

And he did.

From across the room, you felt his eyes on you like a laser. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled, a visceral awareness of his gaze locking onto you. Jude’s jaw clenched as he stood rooted in place, watching you. He didn’t move, didn’t intervene, but his presence was suffocating. The heat of it made your stomach twist, nerves tightening with every shift of his broad shoulders. And then, as if none of it mattered, he turned back to his conversation, his indifference as cutting as his earlier intensity. Prick.

So you didn’t stop. If anything, you leaned into it, letting Theo spin you once, your laughter ringing out like a challenge. Your boyfriend looked at you again, and you saw Jude’s dark expression, his easy smile from earlier replaced by something stormy and unreadable. For a split second, you almost faltered, the weight of his emotions bearing down on you. But this was what you’d wanted, wasn’t it? To make him care enough to do something?

"Having fun?" Theo asked, his voice warm and low, oblivious to the drama playing out behind him.

“Yeah,” you said, though your tone betrayed a hint of distraction.

Theo didn’t seem to notice, twirling you again with effortless charm. But you couldn’t shake Jude’s piercing stare. It was as though he were trying to will you to stop, to come to him, without ever saying a word.

Your heart raced for reasons that had little to do with the dance.

Feeling particularly suicidal tonight, thanks to your spectacular failures and, possibly, the cocktail of drinks coursing through your veins, you grabbed Theo’s hands and placed them on your bare sides again. His fingers rested lightly against your skin, just at the curve of your waist, the contact a muted sensation rather than the electrifying spark you might have hoped for if Jude was there with you.

Your skin does not catch fire. You do not break out in sweat or experience the shattering sensation of mysterious eroticism.

But it is good enough to keep going.

The pounding rhythm of the nightclub seems to slow as you let yourself melt into the movement, your arms sliding up and around Theo’s neck. You dance slower than the beat demands, provocatively, swaying your hips in a way that feels deliberate, jutting your breasts just enough to know it would catch someone’s eye. And it does—though not the one dancing with you.

Theo’s hands tighten a fraction on your waist, his grin growing, but you’re barely paying attention to him. The music pulses through your body, the bass reverberating in your chest, making your heart race with a symphony of chaos and rebellion. Every sway of your hips is a message, every tilt of your head a taunt, but not for the one in front of you.

Jude’s eyes burn into you from across the room. The sensation of his gaze is impossible to ignore, a toxic elixir swirling and bubbling within you, a concoction that promises a temporary escape from reality and a false sense of bliss. You’ve always known Jude’s intensity, but now, that intensity is wrapped in jealousy, and something darker. It ignites a masochistic thrill within you.

He hasn’t moved. Jude stands at the edge of the crowd, his teammates fading into the background as he leans casually against the bar, drink forgotten in his hand. The set of his jaw is hard, his shoulders squared, his lips pressed into a thin line. His stare is molten, hot enough to scald, and you can feel it even with the bodies and music between you. Then, just as suddenly, he smirks.

Your breath catches when his head tilts slightly, a motion that seems to say, Are you having fun?

Theo leans closer, saying something you don’t catch over the music, his lips brushing against your ear. Maybe he was not telling you a joke, however, you laugh, though it’s forced and far too bright, leaning into his touch with a little more weight. Your hands slide to his chest, flattening against the fabric of his shirt as you sway together, bodies close but still frustratingly detached for him—and perfectly calculated for Jude.

You glance over your shoulder, unable to help yourself, and the storm in Jude’s eyes pins you in place. Your body continues to move, but your mind stumbles, caught in the ferocity of his expression. There’s no mistaking it now—he’s furious. His knuckles are white against the glass he holds, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to shatter it. Now it is your turn to smirk.

This isn’t just jealousy. It’s possessiveness. A dangerous, intoxicating cocktail of emotions that makes you feel both vindicated and on the verge of collapse.

When Jude finally pushes off the bar and begins to weave through the crowd, your heart skips a beat. His movements are deliberate, unhurried, but there’s a predatory edge to them that sends a chill racing down your spine. He’s coming for you.

Jude is on you before you can even process the intent in his eyes. The heat of his fury radiates, sharp and unmistakable, as he steps forward through the sea of dancers. The music blurs around you, the world fading as his hand shoots out and grabs your wrist with an iron grip. His fingers are like steel, unyielding, and in a single motion, he pulls you away from Theo, nearly yanking you off your feet.

“Theo, I’m—” You try to say something, but Theo, standing there looking helpless and confused, doesn’t matter anymore. Jude doesn’t even spare him a glance.

Your heart starts to pound as you stagger for balance, nearly tripping in your heels, but Jude’s grip holds you firm avoiding you falling to the dance floor. He’s moving fast, and his pace doesn’t adjust for you in the slightest. You can’t match it. He’s walking like he’s a man on a mission—unbothered by the people swarming around, dodging them effortlessly as if they aren’t even there. You’re practically running to keep up, stumbling over your feet, but Jude’s grip doesn’t loosen.

“Jude! Where are we—?” Your voice is lost in the music, but he doesn’t even glance at you, doesn’t hear you, or at least pretends no to. It’s as though you don’t exist beyond the space he’s carved out for you in that moment, and it’s suffocating.

He’s not walking. He’s striding—his long legs taking confident strides, moving through the crowd with an almost predatory grace, a rhythm only he can keep. You can barely breathe as you’re pulled along, the rapid pace tightening the knot in your stomach. The world is rotating around you, and your pulse races—not from nervousness, but from sheer excitement. Your mind is spinning, heart pounding, as you try to make sense of what is happening. You imagine a lot of outcomes, each one better than the other.

You open your mouth again, ready to protest due to the pace, but his jaw tightens, and he looks down at you for a brief second, a smirk twisting his lips. That smirk makes your chest tighten even more.

“I thought you didn’t want to dance,” you manage to mutter, barely above a whisper, your voice thick with emotion. You’re trying to get under his skin, trying to understand why his anger feels so consuming, but all he does is bite the inside of his cheek, suppressing another smug smile and probably some words.

He doesn’t answer you, doesn’t acknowledge the weight of your words. He just keeps walking, and you’re helpless to do anything but follow. It’s as if the entire club is distorting into a haze of colors and noise around you, and all that matters is Jude.

You want to speak again, to demand an answer, but you can’t. His grip is tight around your wrist, and the pressure in your chest makes it hard to breathe. His steps never falter as he walks, maneuvering through the bodies with ease—there’s no resistance, no interruption. He’s in complete control, dragging you along like a marionette.

The closer you get to the back hallway, the more you realize where he’s taking you. Your stomach turns. The bathroom. Not just any bathroom, but the kind that reeks of exclusivity, the kind where people disappear into.

“Jude!” You pull against his grip, but it’s futile. His smirk only deepens, and there’s something almost amused in his eyes. He’s enjoying this—enjoying making you squirm.

“I’m not just some toy for you to—”

Before you can finish, he halts in front of the door. His fingers tighten on your wrist as he spins you to face him, leaning down just enough to make your breath catch. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even need to. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know. His silence is louder than any words.

And then, without a word, he pulls you into the restroom, the door slamming behind him with a finality that makes your pulse race. The smirk on his lips is barely contained now as he surveys you, his eyes dark and possessive, glinting with something that leaves you breathless and a little afraid.

“Jude,” you breathe. “What are we doing here?”

Instead of answering you, he just presses into you farther. “You made me watch him touch you.”

“Made you? Then you should´ve—”

“You made me. You made it impossible to look anywhere but you. Existing effortlessly in a room full of people, looking every bit of holy, divine, and angelic, practically forcing me to look at you. You made me watch him grind against you, inhale you.”

“I’m with you,” you whispered, meaning it more than you’ve ever meant anything before. “I’m always with you. I was just with him to make you jealous.” Then you lowered your voice, a hint of embarrassment creeping in, your eyes darting away. "Sorry"

Now you feel horribly. You used Theo, who seemed nice enough not to deserve it, and you hurt Jude. The tension between you and Jude had been building for a while, an undercurrent of frustration and misunderstanding, but that didn't make your actions any easier to justify. You'd pushed him to his limits, used someone else as a distraction, all because of your frustration.

“I couldn’t watch you with him anymore. I think that dude is bad news. Also, I understand that you wanted to dance but that is not the way. You know it. You pissed me off. I was sick of seeing him touch you.” The power in his hold rattles you to your core. There is so much severity in him right now that you know he isn’t joking.

You know it’s wrong, but he hurt you too. He made you feel as if you did not mattered. You couldn’t keep your toughts from him. So that leaft you with only one option. The truth. “Jude, I⁠—”

Rambunctious laughter and voices burst into the bathroom, followed by the door exploding open. It dings against the wall behind it, but the group of men, from the VIP zone, who just tumbled inside didn’t even care. “Theo, that little thing that was rubbing against you out there is a solid fuck. Had her in between my sheets a few years ago, before she was with her fucking boyfriend.”

“I’ll pass on your sloppy seconds, then. I’m capable of getting my own pussy.” The color drains from your face as you recognize Theo’s voice. But more importantly, the first man—whose voice you didn’t recognize—was completely lying. You feel a knot form in your stomach, but thankfully, their voices are drowned by the thumping bass and the chatter of the crowd around you. You glance at Jude, hoping he didn't overhear. A hot flush creeps up your neck, and your heart races, but, to your relief, he’s focused entirely on you, oblivious to the exact words just out of reach.

You’re thankful for the pressure Jude is putting on your back, or else your knees would’ve buckled. This is not how you wanted this conversation to go with him, and the last thing you want is for him to believe those lies before you could explain.

“It seems we have company, baby,” Jude mutters in your ear, “How about you put on a show for them like you did me earlier, hmm?”

Your body melts a little when you feel him grind into your backside, feeling his hardened cock behind the fabric of our clothing. A gnawing in your stomach starts abruptly, resulting in a pulse beginning between your thighs.

Your dress rode up some, enough to expose the back of your legs. You shivered at the scratchy feeling of his jeans rubbing against you. You bit down on your bottom lip as his hands fall to your lower half.

“I want you to make it up to me, Y/N. I want you to be my good girl and get down on your knees,” he starts, building this fantasy for you to act out, one that has your nipples taut and core dripping.

“And apologize for making me watch you and him. Make it up to me.” The grip on your waist tightens as he spins you smoothly so that you are facing him. Behind you, you can hear them all laughing about someone not doing a line of coke correctly. The way you had Theo´s hands in your waist before, it´s terrifying.

You hear footsteps and their muffled voices approaching the bathroom compartment where you and Jude are. The group of friends is moving closer, and the pressure in the air grows. Your heart races faster, the space suddenly feeling smaller. Panic comes back, out of fear of their reaction of finding you, but Jude pulls you back into his body, making everything else besides him disappear. He grabs your chin between his fingers, holding you there.

Your breath catches, heart racing as you lean in, closing the small gap between you. But just before your lips meet, he smirks, his dark eyes glittering with playful control. He doesn’t give you the kiss you’re seeking, and the teasing refusal makes your cheeks burn.

Flustered but determined, you tilt your head and plant a quick kiss on his cheek instead, a move that feels bolder than it should. Embarrassment floods through you, and before you can think twice, you hide your face in the curve of his neck, trying to steady your breathing.

Jude’s chuckle rumbles softly in his chest, and then you feel his lips brush against the side of your neck, pressing wet, warm, deliberate kisses that make your nerves spark and your embarrassment melt away.

“On your knees, baby.”

The air between you shifts, thick with tension, his tone wrapping around you like a velvet tether. Your breath hitches, a flush creeping up your neck as his gaze pins you in place. For a moment, you hesitate—not out of defiance, but because the weight of the moment is so intense it’s almost dizzying.

His fingers trail along your jawline, firm but not harsh, guiding you gently down as if he’s already certain you’ll obey. There’s no need for him to repeat himself; his confidence is undeniable, and it pulls at something deep within you.

You want to make it up to him. You want to give him this. So, you do as you are told. You creep down in a squatting position, dropping to your knees one at a time, the cold tile stinging your skin. You keep your eyes up, staring at him because you already know how much he loves it when you look at him while you go down.

“Like this?” you ask innocently, licking your bottom lip, waiting for his answer as your palms run up his thighs. Your mouth waters eagerly. The challenge of making him feel good, the opportunity to receive his praise, makes your toes curl and your heart race.

You made quick work of his button and zipper, dipping your hand into his jeans. Kneading his stiffened length through his boxers, you teased him. Chills racked your spine as you pulled him free, and your body hummed as you admired his dick. The anticipation crackled in the air, and you couldn’t resist running your fingers along him, savoring the weight of him in your grasp.

But just as the moment deepened, muffled voices from outside shattered the intimacy like glass splintering across tile.

“Y/N didn’t let you smash?” The crude question carried clearly through the thin walls, each word like a slap against your ears. Your movements faltered, your hand freezing mid-stroke as your head snapped up in shock.

“That uppity slut has barely let me touch her.” Theo sneered, his tone laced with venom. The words hit you hard, bile rising in your throat as your mind reeled. Theo—who had seemed kind, respectful, and far removed from this kind of cruelty—had just ripped apart his character with casual malice.

Laughter followed, rough and mean-spirited. “Skank’s probably the loyal type, man. She looked like a bitch starving for attention.”

Jude’s reaction was immediate and terrifying. His body tensed like a spring about to snap, his jaw clenching so hard you swore you could hear it. His nostrils flared, and his hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

“I’m gonna kill that piece of shit,” he snarled, the sheer venom in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He moved, his rage propelling him toward the door.

“No, Jude!” you hissed, grabbing his wrist firmly. You looked up at him, your wide eyes begging him to stop. “Don’t. Please.”

His glare snapped down to you, fiery and unrelenting, but then he paused. For a moment, you could see the war inside him—the need to protect you battling against his trust in your words. Finally, he let out a sharp, furious exhale, his fist relaxing just slightly.

“Fucking idiots,” he muttered under his breath, his voice still seething with anger. But he didn’t move toward the door again. Instead, his gaze dropped back to you, his expression softening as his focus returned to what truly mattered—you.

“That’s right,” you whispered, your hand sliding up his thighs to ground him. “But forget them. Stay here with me.”

Jude’s lips quirked into a dark, frustrated smirk, his anger not entirely gone but redirected. His hand reached out to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Then his hands fell to your head, sneaking to the back of it to grab a chunk of your soft hair to hold on to.

Your skin is warm and tingling as you did not listen to them talk far away shit about you, focusing on pleasuring him. Seductively and without moving your eyes from his glowing face, you spit onto the head, using your hand to smear your saliva up and down his length. You lubed him all up so he slides down your throat smoothly.

“Maybe that footballer will fuck the bitch out of her,” Theo jokes, making the guys around him cackle.

Your scalp burns sweetly as Jude twists his wrist, pulling tighter on your hair. “You going to fuck the bitch out of me?” you asked, your voice a whisper for only him to hear, eyes wide, trying to get him to focus on you so that he doesn’t kill the entire group of friends of a friend of yours. You do not care about their crude comments; their words do nothing as long as he is with you.

Your palm curled around him at his base, pumping up and down while you opened your mouth to take him inside. You engulfed him fully, swirling your tongue, tracing the grooves. He pulled you off him before you could do anything else, bending at the waist so his face is near your own, “What bitch in you? I know how to handle you perfectly, love.”

A blush heats your cheeks, just before you feel him press your head down towards his hips. He pushes his cock past your lips, into your mouth, and down your throat, catching you off guard completely. His member tickled the back of your throat, making you choke quietly, but it doesn’t seem to faze him because he holds you there.

With no mercy in sight, he shifts his hips back as he places his other hand in your hair, stroking forward once again, creating a sloppy sound as he crams his cock into your mouth. His head is tucked into his chin, his eyes staring straight through your own. Your throat constricts around him, pushing him out with resistance, and your gag reflex kicks into high gear.

“Open up for me, baby. Let it feel right.” He groans lowly, using both hands to shove you farther down him next to his pelvis. The girth painfully presses against the back of your throat. Your breath through your nose comes out shaky as you wince, your eyes squinting as you focus on not making any noise so those outside of the stall don’t hear me.

You swallow around him, suctioning him with your lips, “That’s it. Such a good girl for me.”

Every time you try to catch your breath, he steals it with another hard thrust into your mouth, and you have no choice but to take it. You can sense the lingering edge of his resentment over your earlier performance, and it drives you to give him everything—to accept him fully, without hesitation or complaint. The raw intensity of his control sends a jolt of heat straight through you, making your walls clench and your arousal deepen with every movement.

And it only gets worse as the seconds tick by. His hold on your hair burns with the pull, and his strokes become violent. You struggle to breathe, desperately trying to keep your gags quiet. Although there’s nothing you could do about his soft groans of pleasure and the wet noise of his cock filling your mouth.

Finally, fate decides to give you a break, because you hear the group of guys start to file out of the bathroom. When the door shuts, you choke embarrassingly loud, pressing your hands into Jude’s thighs and forcing him out so you could catch your breath. A trail of spit from your mouth drips from his shaft, leaking down your chin and onto your neckline. You can feel the heat from your flushed cheeks, your eyes rimmed with tears that freely fall from the force of his thrusts.

“You think we are done, Y/N?” he taunts, pushing you backwards so that your head and his hands press into the stall door.

Your reply is empty. You’re unable to speak once he returns to your mouth, pushing deeper inside you than you thought possible. Your head against the door gives him a backboard to drive into so that his thrusts are harder, and you have nowhere to pull back to.

You move your head while his hardened dick chokes you, flattening your tongue so that it massages the underside of his length, lapping at the bulging vein every single time you force yourself down. It’s chaotic. The kind of painful ecstasy that makes you question your sanity.

Your eyesight is blurred with the faint lights from the bathroom, hazy with tears as he continues to find pleasure. Fully ignoring the ache in your throat and jaw, his moans become more audible and you find yourself dripping.

This is how it always happens with him. He pushes, pushes, pushes until you are unable to function. He does it so well, he always leaves you breathless. There are no breaks. There is no easy with him. He takes you to the complete verge of incomprehensible pleasure every time.

The number of grunts and moans pouring out of him is enough to keep you going, the kind of pleasure that feeds on itself, a heady mix of his reactions and your own growing need. You gag and sputter around him, your throat tightening as you bring you hand up to rest on his abdomen. You can feel his stomach seizing, his vicious thrusts turning sloppy and out of control. Your other slippery hand cups his balls, drawing a sharp hiss from him as his hips stutter, his head tipping back as he drags in a breath through clenched teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice hoarse and laced with lingering tension. With your name on his lips, he shoves deep into the back of your mouth, pouring his release into your throat. You swallow greedily, sucking until he is finished with you. You can feel his legs shaking slightly as he cradles the back of your head.

His hands cherish your face with a tenderness that feels almost at odds with the intensity of the moments before, your head resting against the door. He holds you up. You shudder slightly as you breathe him in. Your body feels heavy, yet weightless in his arms, the aftershocks of what just transpired making it difficult to ground yourself.

Jude shifts his grip, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. His touch is gentle as he works to wipe away the evidence of your shared heat—the smudged makeup staining your skin, the faint sheen of sweat that clings to you. His brows furrow slightly, as if this small act of care carries the weight of an apology.

His thumb lingers at the corner of your lips, gently catching the slight wetness there. You watch him, heart pounding as his gaze flicks to yours, holding your attention with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice soft, tinged with awe and a bit of regret for the rudeness. “Messy, perfect, all for me.” His lips curve into the smallest of smiles before his thumb brushes over your lips one last time.

Then, as if he can’t help himself, he leans in and kisses you deeply. The kiss is slow, searching—an apology, a promise, and a plea wrapped into one. His lips move against yours with a reverence that makes your chest ache, his hands still cradling your face as if you might slip away.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and he lets out a breath that seems to carry all his unspoken thoughts. His fingers trace along your jaw, grounding you both in the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice rough with sincerity. “For not paying you enough attention. For letting that stupid fight anger me.”

“It´s fine,” you whispered, “I’m the one who is sorry though, I shouldn’t have danced with him to make you jealous. And due to how he was talking...”

Jude’s arms tighten around you, his warmth anchoring you even as your mind spins from everything that’s happened. The hard press of the door behind you contrasts with the softness of his lips brushing over your forehead, a kiss as much for comfort as it is a promise.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his expression shifting—softer now, but still infused with that controlled intensity that makes your heart flutter. His hands slip down to your hips, his thumbs brushing gently over the fabric of your dress as if to soothe the frayed edges of your nerves.

“We’re going home,” he says, his voice quiet but firm, a decision made. “It’s your turn now, baby. I’m going to make you feel good—so good you will forget your own name,” His eyes burn with the promise, the weight of his words wrapping around you like a protective cocoon.

The sheer tenderness in his voice makes your chest ache, but then he glances toward the door, his jaw clenching ever so slightly. “But first,” he says, his tone taking on a new edge, “I need to have a little talk with that asshole and his fucking friends.”

Your stomach flips, a mix of fear and worry crashing into you. Your hands press against his chest instinctively, as if you could keep him here with you, away from whatever confrontation he’s thinking about. “Jude…” Your voice trembles with concern. “You don’t have to. It is fine, really.”

His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing away your nerves. The gesture is slow, deliberate, and laced with so much care it almost undoes you. “I do have to,” he murmurs, leaning closer, his lips just grazing your temple. “But I’ll be nice, baby. Don’t worry.”

The words are meant to reassure you, but your chest tightens anyway. You swallow hard, trying to find the right words to convince him otherwise, but then he smiles—that smile. The one that’s as disarming as it is reassuring, the one that makes your stomach flip in a completely different way.

“Trust me,” he says softly, his fingers tilting your chin so your eyes meet his.

You feel a lump form in your throat, and despite every instinct telling you to protest, you find yourself nodding. The truth is, you do trust him—more than anyone—and the way he’s looking at you now makes it impossible to do anything but believe him.

“Fine,” you whisper, your voice shaky but filled with reluctant acceptance. “But you promised. Be nice.”

He chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound that sends a tingle down your spine. “When have I not been nice, love?”

You bite your lip, suppressing a smile. Your mind flickers back to only minutes ago, to when he had his fist tangled in your hair, your eyes welling with tears from the intensity of it all. The contrast between that and the tenderness in his gaze now makes your heart race.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you shake your head slightly, “You’re impossible,” you tease, though the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth betrays your words.

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post euro Jude Bellingham story part 2 yall got me so hyped up I had to write a part two to it, ah and I like it, hope you guys like it too! warnings: well, just a bit of sexy times and as always, sorry for typos

He didn’t remember the last time he experienced morning’s silence and stillness. What he could remember is how every morning started when he was a boy. His mother waking him up, layers of sheets between his legs, gentle morning air hitting his senses and birds chirping outside the windows, slow eye blinks. He woke up on his own today and he could hear the birds. When was the last time he heard birds chirping? And when was the last time he slept so well?

A gentle movement on his side and he remembered he wasn’t alone. When he turned to his right his eyes met with the sight of her face, few strands of hair falling down her cheek and nose. Soft sounds of breathing, her chest rising and falling peacefully. The view astounded him for a second, stupefied even. Suddenly something so obvious showed it’s way to the surface. Suddenly he remembered it was all he wanted this whole time.

He fixed her hair, pulling them away from her face so it wouldn’t bother her. She stirred a little, her lips ajar, she sighed and he could hear his name leaving her lips. For a second he though she woke up, but then some more incoherent words followed and he realised she was still asleep. She dreamed of him, and he wondered if she could see him in her dreams the way he saw her in his.

The clock on his phone showed it was 7am. Twelve hours of sleep was quite a lot, but he felt much better. He considered waking her up, because he knew she suffered the worst migraines when she slept more than nine hours, yet she seemed to be in way too deep slumber. He chose not to.

Quietly he headed to take a shower and then went downstairs in a need of water.

“Morning, did you sleep well?” his mother’s voice startled him at first and he stopped in his tracks in the direction of the water jug.

A mysterious smile on her face as she looked at him, some papers in her hands, some more laid out on the counter in front of her.

“Morning. Yes I did” he nodded, observant and focused on his mother’s expression.

“Is she awake?” her attention back on the document in her hold.

“No”

“I guess you were both in need of a good rest”

“Why are you smiling like that?” he could not let that slip.

“Like what?” her face jerked back up to look at him.

“It’s that look and that smile that says that you know something I don’t”

She chuckled. A few seconds of silence.

“Do you need privacy?” she asked all of a sudden.

“Sorry?”

That smile back up on her face.

“Your dad and Jobe are on the training. I can make you both some breakfast or I can leave” her voice gentle when she started collecting the papers and putting it into a tidy stack.

“What are you insinuating?” his eyes narrowed when she walked up to him.

“You always make the right choices, darling. Time to make this one as well, it’s been too long” she pecked his cheek lovingly before disappearing into the hall.

-

You blinked a few times as your eyes begun to accustom to the very bright surroundings. You were in your clothes, in a big bed, not very familiar at first. Your head felt slightly heavy, you could tell your face was a bit swollen. What time was it? You turned your head in an instinct and moaned hiding your face in your hands.

“Were you watching me sleep, Bellingham?”

He chuckled in response.

“You know, you developed a new sleeping face. Never seen this one” you could feel him move closer to you.

“You’re a creep!” you whined still covering yourself.

“Couldn’t help myself. It’s cute”

You took a peak through your fingers to look at him. Gentle smile on his face, he looked healthier. And his torso was bare. Right.

“What time is it?”

“Eight”

“In the morning?!” you sat up and regretted it in an instant as dizziness hit you, your eyes filled with many black spots.

You turned to look back at him, head supported on his hand as he laid down.

“Yes, you slept for thirteen hours. You won’t die”

You suddenly started to feel giddy. What a lovely morning sight.

“You’re indecent” you acknowledged with an assertive look on your face “Put some shirt on”

“Does it bother you?” he laughed changing his position to lay back down, his hands behind his head.

“Are you flexing your muscles for me?” you jested, fighting the smirk that tried to sneak up to your lips.

“I can tell you’re absolutely enjoying it”

After his words your gaze trailed lower, down his stomach and you turned your head abruptly.

“That’s it, I’m leaving this bed. I’m in desperate need of a shower”

“Don’t go yet” he called after you as you begun to search for your bag “You can use mine. Let’s eat breakfast together”

You smiled at the proposition, feeling morose at the thought of parting with your friend so soon. So you agreed.

-

“You have some jam on your chin, clumsy” you frowned at his comment, his big eyes glowing with amusement as he watched you trying to wipe it off.

“Not there” he tutted, using his thumb to do the job for you.

This simple act, this gentle touch warmed your heart ever so greatly, you could feel your cheeks heating up and you quickly looked down at the remains of your food, so he would not notice them redden. Moment like this made a fast turn towards a more melancholic feeling, because you’ve missed him terribly every single day. Both of you chose so different directions in your lives, you could not do much about the fact that you were falling apart. And you were grown ups now, facing serious obstacles that would not allow you to constantly act so openly and freely like right now. You wondered if he had someone. This element often changed, so you found it difficult to keep track.

You stood up grabbing your plates and mugs to wash them.

“Is everything okay, y/n?” he called after you and you shuddered, trying to focus on the task.

“Yes, why?” your voice stable.

“You seem down” without turning his way you could tell he followed you, his voice much closer.

You will not bring up this subject. You will let things be.

But you stood stiff, a mug in your hand and you didn’t move in the slightest, paralyzed by analysing everything in your head so thoroughly. Taking a breath you placed the mug in the sink and put your palms on the counter in front of you. You heart was too heavy to remain silent on the matter. And that kiss from last night that filled you with undying happiness at first, now started playing with your stability.

He came up to you, his palms resting on top of yours, playing with your fingers. He was close, you could not feel his body but you felt the warmness of it.

“I don’t know where to put you in my mind and heart, Jude” you whispered, staring at the windows in front of you, but the view was blurred.

He placed his head on your shoulder, much closer now, you could feel his chest pressed against your shoulder blades. You closed your eyes.

“I wanted to kidnap you when you decided to leave to Japan” a soft whisper in your ear “I wanted to lock you up in my house to make it impossible for you to leave. It’s selfish but I still think of it to this day. Every time we see each other, I want to tie you up and keep you with me” one of his hands reached up to gather your hair, moving it away from your neck and face. You bent your head to the side and let him “How is that fair, it’s the life you dreamed about, doing what you love and here I was, also determined to reach my goals but so selfish I wanted to crush yours” he murmured into your skin, his lips now lower, under your ear “I started to plan and analyse a lot in my head, started thinking: what can I provide for you that would made you stay with me?” soft words breathed against your skin, you shivered wondering if he considered to kiss you next. You wanted him to and anticipated, your skin warm and body desperate. You were so desperate for his touch, other men could never surpass it.

But he reached for your hands to hold it up, wrapping both of your arms around you. He hugged you from behind, you nestled into him.

“Took me some time but I have come to the conclusion that we don’t have to part with our own lives to share them” the sentence made you open your eyes, you turned your head to look up at him. His gaze soft and tender, a smirk slowly appearing on his face, probably at the sight of your big round eyes “Would you like for us to share them, share all of it, no exceptions?”

You frowned, turning in his arms to face him. A race of thoughts rumbling in your brain. No lie to it - it scared you a bit.

“But it’s such a big distance…”

His hands reached for your face to hold it up for him, the expression on his face calm but determined. You admired him, admired the man he became.

“At some point there will be no distance, we have all the time in the world” he smiled reassuringly and you focused on the feeling of his fingers grazing your skin “And I will retire around 40” he added with a shrug of his shoulders, making you chuckle “But before that, your programme in Tokio is in for about three more years if I remember well, I will respect it if you decide to stay but if not, you can join me” the honesty and plea visible in his eyes made your heart melt, the sensation almost reaching your eyes but you blinked keeping your vision clear. You wanted to keep looking at him, drinking the sight of him, he was so beautiful.

Lost for words you nodded, took a breath and nestled your cheek into his hand. You heart lighter, your head quieter.

“I want that very much” you whispered “But let’s take it slow, okay?” you asked while his thumb slid down your throat, caressing the skin there, his face close to yours.

He nodded in response, his lips ajar, lids heavier as he leaned into you. You could tell he was as desperate as you’ve been all this time. He closed the final distance between you and the kiss was gentle, freeing, considerate. You let him lead you, your senses drinking only him, his touch and his closeness.

“I kissed you last night” he murmured against your lips before connecting you again.

“Yes” you breathed pulling away but he was quick to kiss you back.

The contact heating up, his movements speeding up, turning more determined. It excited you to the point of breakage, your hands grasping at him more certainly, your lips matching the intensity. You wanted to take it slow, take gentle steps to not ruin it all on the start. But you were losing the common sense. His hands slowly travelled down your body, resting on your hips, after a second he added more strength to his grasp, unconsciously you pressed into him and your whole body answered with an electric shock. Placing your hand on his chest you pushed him gently away from you. He blinked slowly, his eyes wild and dark, his breathing rapid. Your legs weak at the sight. You didn’t have enough strength to say no to him. He just have to say a word. But he smirked, took a few steps back and with a big breath rested down on the chair standing near the kitchen island.

“You look so sexy in my clothes” he murmured eyeing you down and you snorted under your breath, remembering that you were clad in his shorts and t-shirt, way too big for you.

You considered your look ridiculous.

“But I really want to take them off right now”

His loose posture, long legs, broad shoulders, fiery gaze in those bed eyes and his words made you tremble where you stood. You wanted to ravish him, jump on him and ride him right here and right now, sat on this chair. Your hands on his shoulders, nails dug into the skin there, his big hands on your ass, guiding you with a rhythm he preferred, you screaming out as he filled you. Breath hitched in your throat and you shifted from one foot to the other because there was an unyielding pressure torturing you, making every part of your body pulsing with desire.

“Slow” you breathed, reminding yourself, warning him, and he smiled cheekily, a spark in his eyes.

He was dangerous.

“I can fuck you slow”

“Jude” you warned again.

Why you wanted to keep on fighting it? You’ve already lost.

Taking a step you tried to run from him but to no avail, he reached for you and easily pulled you into his lap making you straddle him. You squeaked in surprise.

“What if someone walks in?!” you panicked.

“We’re alone” after pulling you closer to him.

“What if they come back?” your voice sharp, despite the fact that all your insides shook with arousement.

“They won’t” he kept looking at you intensively.

You rolled your eyes at his ignorance, you were truly worried sick someone might catch you in such position.

“Rude. I’m going to make your eyes roll while I have my way with you”

You mouth opened in shock, he was so straightforward, you did not expect it. You let out a little laugh.

“What makes you think you will be that good?” and almost immediately regretted that question.

His hips shot up to put more pressure to where you were connected and you gasped when your body instantly reacted at the friction. Your hands grasping his shoulders. Your cheeks quickly heating up.

“You’re already almost there, aren’t you?” his voice much deeper now.

You fumed at his perkiness because you wanted to prove him different, wanted to dominate him as much, but you had to admit that the way he toyed with you was exciting. If he keeps his game, he’ll surely ruin you.

“Are you?” you taunted, rolling your hips back and forward, making you both feel the power of this sensation.

He groaned, his hold on your hips strong and you breathed repeating the motion. Oh, for the love of God, he looked divine with his heavy lids closing on it’s own, his full lips apart, focused on your movements. You leaned into him, his head resting on the back of the chair, facing the ceiling, your hands outstretched behind him. You kissed him, ferociously, using your tongue and he jerked under you, his hands wandering over your back and nape.

“Oh, you are” you purred quietly with a victorious smile when you pulled back, his lips searching for yours.

His head still thrown back when he chuckled breathlessly, making you bite your lip at the sexiness of it. Your head dizzy at the sound of his throaty laugh. If you don’t stop now, there will be a mess.

“I have to reconsider the idea of tying you down so you won’t run away. Because I am going to have you today and I don’t think it will be enough for me” he declared pressing you hard onto him, the sharp pull making you whine.