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glossyblue · 3 months ago

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His revenge

glossyblue: Hiiiii everyone, after a while I came back with Jude!!!! I hope you enjoy, send me your requests💌🫶🏻

Summary: He thinks what you are doing to him is not fair and he wants to take revenge and make you feel it too. Smut

Pairing: Jude Bellingham × reader

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"Jude, come to bed," you called out, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow across the room. He stumbled in, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion from a long day at work. but you found his disheveled look endearing.

As he lay down beside you, you couldn't resist the urge to playfully poke his ribs, watching his eyes fly open with a start. "Hey!" he exclaimed, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. "What was that for?"

"Oh, I just couldn't help it," you giggled, tracing a finger along the line of his jaw. "You look so...sexy when you're all tired like this." The words slipped out before you had a chance to think, and Jude's expression changed from surprise to smug satisfaction. He turned to face you, his gaze lingering on your face as if searching for a hint of what you were really thinking.

"Really?" he murmured, the playfulness in his voice replaced by a low rumble of desire. "So, you want me?" His hand found its way to your waist, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin there. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body respond despite your earlier protestations of fatigue.

You nodded, the words coming out in a whisper. "I really need you, Jude." His eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all he found was raw, unbridled desire. Slowly, his hand slid up to cup your cheek, and he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted you all day," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Then, without any further warning, he kissed you deeply. His lips were firm and demanding, leaving no room for doubt or denial. The kiss was like a storm, sweeping away any remaining barriers between you. You moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. His hand slid down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers deftly navigating the fabric to caress the bare skin beneath.

But just as the heat between you was reaching a boiling point, Jude abruptly pulled away, his eyes gleaming with mischief in the dim light. "Actually, you know what?" he said, his voice a low purr. "I think I'm just too tired for this."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stared at him, utterly baffled. "What?" you managed to say, your voice shaky with need. "But you just said..."

Jude chuckled, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he lay back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. He stared at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I know," he said, his voice a low purr. "But tonight, I think I'll just watch you squirm."

You felt your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and arousal. "What do you mean?" you snapped, trying to push aside the feeling of rejection that stung deep within you. "Why are you doing this?"

Jude's smirk grew wider as he closed his eyes, feigning innocence. "What? I'm just tired," he said, his voice lazy and unfazed by your reaction. "You know how it is, right? Sometimes you're just not in the mood."

You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you—sadness, anger, and a hint of confusion. You couldn't believe he'd do this to you. "I hate you," you spat, trying to keep the hurt from showing in your voice. You rolled over, turning your back to him, and grabbed your pillow, burying your face in it.

Jude chuckled again, the sound grating against your nerves. "Oh, come on," he said, his voice still lazy. "You're just upset because I'm not giving you what you want. It's not the end of the world."

You threw the pillow at him, the force of your frustration surprising even you. "It's not funny, Jude!" you snapped, sitting up in bed. "You can't just tease me like that!"

He caught the pillow without opening his eyes, his smug expression unchanged. "Tease?" he said, feigning ignorance. "I'm just taking a page out of your book, love. You've done this to me plenty of times."

The comment hit you like a slap in the face. It was true that you had turned him down before, but it had always been out of genuine exhaustion, never as a cruel game. You felt a surge of anger, but before you could respond, he continued, "Besides, you're the one who said it's okay to say no, right?"

You clenched your fists, the fabric of the sheets bunching in your grip. "That's different," you argued, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm not playing games here."

"No?" Jude's tone was light, but there was an edge to it now. "It sure feels like it from this side of the bed." He sat up, the mattress shifting under his weight. "I've been there, waiting for you to want me, when all you do is push me away. Now, you know how it feels."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged within you. "This isn't about revenge," you said firmly, looking him in the eye. "It's about respect. And I expect the same from you."

Jude's expression grew serious, the smirk fading away. "I know,"

he said, his voice softer now. "But sometimes, you need to understand what it feels like to be the one asking for something and not getting it."

You stared at him for a moment, his words sinking in. You had never thought about it that way before. In your defense, you had always had good reasons for turning him down—work, stress, or just plain exhaustion. But you realized that maybe, just maybe, you had been a bit dismissive of his needs at times. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jude leaned closer, his expression softening. "It's okay," he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'm not mad. I just wanted you to see things from my perspective." He paused, stroking your skin with his thumb. "But if you really need me to make it up to you, I can do that."

You felt a spark of hope flare up inside you, your body still thrumming with the need for his touch. "How?" you asked, unable to keep the desperation out of your voice.

Jude leaned in closer, his breath tickling the back of your neck. "I'll make it worth the wait," he promised, his voice a seductive whisper. He slid his hand down your arm, his fingertips tracing circles on your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt the heat between you building once again, his proximity almost unbearable. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity and desire.

Jude's hand continued to roam, moving down to your waist and then back up again. "Just trust me," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'll make sure you won't forget this night." With that, he stood up, the mattress sighing in relief as he rose from it. He turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You could hear the rustle of fabric as he undressed, the anticipation in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

When he climbed back into bed, the coolness of his bare skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of the sheets. He settled behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. His chest was firm and muscular, a wall of heat that seemed to envelop you entirely. His breath was warm against your neck as he kissed you again, his lips moving from your ear to your jaw, down to your collarbone.

You shivered as his hands began to explore your body, his touch gentle yet insistent. He knew exactly where to touch you to make you melt, and he used that knowledge to his advantage. His fingers traced the lines of your ribs, the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, and the curve of your hips. His thumbs grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, inching higher with every pass.

You could feel your resolve crumbling, the need for him overwhelming any lingering anger or resentment. You leaned back into his embrace, your body arching towards his as he kissed your neck. He was right—his touch was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but crave more. You felt his hardness pressing against your back, a silent testament to his desire.

With a low growl, Jude rolled you over, his eyes gleaming with hunger in the darkness. He pinned your wrists to the bed, his body hovering over yours. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm going to show you exactly what you've been missing."

Your breath hitched as his mouth found yours again, his kisses deep and demanding. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You didn't resist as he slid your shirt up and over your head, his eyes raking over your exposed skin with greedy hunger. His palms skimmed over your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, making you gasp into his mouth.

Jude's weight shifted, and you felt his legs part yours, the roughness of his denim against your bare thighs. He ground his hips into you, his erection a clear indication of his intentions. You squirmed underneath him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants, his fingertips deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them.

"Let me show you what it feels like," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His hand slid inside, his fingers grazing the fabric of your underwear. You gasped as he found the dampness that had been growing between your legs. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent a thrill down your spine. "You're so wet for me," he said, his voice a low growl. "You can't lie, can you?"

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as he touched you, his fingers moving with a gentle but insistent pressure. He knew exactly how to play your body, how to make you crave him. You felt your resolve crumbling, your anger and frustration giving way to the all-consuming need for his touch. You arched your back, pushing into his hand, and he rewarded you with a wicked smile.

The feeling was exquisite, and you knew he was savoring every moment of your surrender. His eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a predatory intensity that only served to make you wetter.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he slipped a finger inside you, and you gasped, your body tightening around him. He stroked you slowly, his movements calculated to drive you wild. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your hips moving in sync with his hand. "Jude," you moaned, your voice needy and desperate.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "That's it," he whispered, his breath hot in your ear. "Just let go." His thumb found your clit, and he began to rub it in slow, firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. Your body responded immediately, pleasure pooling in your belly and spreading outwards like a warm wave.

Jude's kisses grew more urgent, his teeth grazing your neck as his hand worked its magic. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter, until it was all you could think about. Your hips began to rock in time with his movements, desperately seeking more friction. You moaned his name, your voice a hoarse plea for release.

He slid another finger inside you, stretching you gently, filling you up. The sensation was overwhelming, and you knew you couldn't hold out much longer. His thumb circled your clit with unerring precision, sending bolts of pleasure through your body. You bucked against his hand, your nails digging into the sheets as the orgasm built. "Please," you begged, your voice a breathless whisper.

Jude's eyes gleamed in the darkness, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched you come apart. "Please what?" he murmured, his voice a seductive taunt.

You could feel the orgasm building, the pressure almost painful in its intensity. "Please," you repeated, your voice shaking with need. "Make me come."

Jude's smile grew, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue probing your mouth as his hand continued to work its magic. His thumb applied more pressure, and you felt the coil inside you snap. You cried out, your body convulsing as the waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn't stop, his movements relentless as he rode out your climax, pushing you further and further until you thought you might shatter.

When the last tremor had passed, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours in the darkness. "See?" he whispered, his voice still smug but with an underlying warmth. "It's not always about the chase."

You nodded, breathless and dizzy from the intensity of your climax. Your body felt like it was floating on a cloud, and you couldn't help but lean into him, craving the comfort of his embrace. He kissed you gently, his touch tender and loving, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy of moments ago.

"I'm sorry," you murmured against his lips, the words spilling out unbidden. "I didn't realize..."

Jude kissed you softly, his hand stroking your cheek. "It's okay," he said, his voice soothing. "I just wanted you to understand."

You felt a pang of guilt for the times you had unknowingly hurt him. You cuddled closer, the warmth of his body wrapping around you like a blanket. "I do now," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Jude's arms tightened around you, and he kissed the top of your head. "Good," he murmured, his hand tracing patterns on your bare back. "Because I love you, and I don't want you to ever feel like you're not important to me."

You took a deep breath, the scent of his skin and the lingering musk of sex filling your nostrils. "I know," you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. "And I love you too."

Jude's grip on you loosened, his hand moving to stroke your hair. "Now, how about we get some sleep?" he suggested, his voice tinged with exhaustion. You nodded, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever. As he pulled the covers over you both, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The tension between you had been broken, and you were left feeling closer to him than ever before.

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queen-of-reptiles · 1 year ago

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𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴

description: In which one of Chelsea's defenders is sick of losing to her girlfriend and her girlfriend is sick of being blocked by her own lover...

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athenea del castillo x female reader

disclaimer: I am in now way saying athenea is bi-sexual or lesbian, this is all fiction

warnings: language, bad google translation, angst, also just fluff

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y/n huffed out a breath, begging for the half time whistle to blow as she chased down her girlfriend, quickly shoulder checking her from the ball.

Athenea rolls down, crying out in annoyance as y/n sends a quick pass to Niamh, watching as her team quickly work, Sam managing to sneak a goal just before the whistle blew.

y/n threw her hands up, cheering as Jess jumped on her back, yelling about her pass to Niamh. Emma sent y/n a thumbs up and a nod, the blonde manager the only one to know about her and Athenea, other than y/n's best friends Millie Bright and Rachel Daly.

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y/n hadn't been able to sleep the night prior to this, nerves of facing her girlfriend for the first time since the world cup final haunted her. She was sat in the hotel garden, looking out when Emma saw her from her room.

The manager had gone down to tell her defender off, knowing how important the girl was defensively and with her set pieces, but stopped when she heard the girl speaking a language she didn't even know she could.

"Ambos somos demasiado leales para nuestro propio amor y no quiero que eso nos haga daño a largo plazo." She had whispered to her girlfriend, phone in her hand.

We are both too loyal for our own good love, and I don't want it to hurt us in the long run.

"Estaremos bien, sol, siempre lo estaremos." Athenea had promised her.

We'll be alright sunshine, we always are.

"Yeah, well. I'd much rather see you in a Chelsea shirt tomorrow." y/n had huffed to her girlfriend who let out a light laugh.

"Vamos Real Madrid." Athenea hummed and y/n chuckled.

"You Del Castillo are a fool if you think you will get past Chelsea." y/n chuckled.

"Si soy un tonto. Soy tu tonto." Athenea hummed.

If I am a fool, I am your fool.

"Será mejor que nos vayamos a la cama mi amor." y/n sighed into the phone.

We best get to bed, my love.

"Te veré mañana, te amo." Athenea had hummed.

I will see you tomorrow, I love you.

"Te amo." y/n had repeated.

I love you

Then the phone was off and y/n was once again left alone, or so she thought as she wondered why they were still hiding their love from the world.

"I didn't know you could speak Spanish." Emma stated and y/n froze, she turned and winced at her manager, sending her a sheepish wave.

Emma sighed, any annoyance at the 22 year old for being out of bed late left her when she had heard how heartbroken the girl sounded on the phone to her lover.

"How long?" Emma asked, nodding at the phone.

"Since we were 17." y/n answered her, not bothering to hide it now.

"5 years?" Emma asked in shock and y/n nodded. "No one knew for five years?" She asked again.

"Our families do, yeah, and Millie and Rachel on my side know. But that is it." y/n hummed.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Emma had asked confused.

"Because all people do is make up stories, rumours they can't do that to a relationship they don't know exists." y/n explained and Emma nodded.

"So, you lost to her at the world cup." Emma said. "Will you lose tomorrow?" She asked.

"No, not tomorrow. Vamos Chelsea." y/n had grinned at her manager who clapped her on the back.

"Come on kid, get some sleep." Emma hummed and the girl mock saluted and waddled away, leaving Emma shaking her head.

"5 years." She whispered incredulously as she followed the player inside.

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Now, in game, with Emma's thumbs up, y/n knew she had done a good job. 2-1 up before half time and potential to extend that lead as they walked toward the tunnel.

Sam jumped onto y/n's back, smiling from her goal as she pinched y/n's cheek, Millie, currently unplaying, telling her to stop annoying the younger girl.

"Surprise mother fucker." y/n suddenly said, spinning wildly as Sam screamed in shock, the defender stopped and Sam jumped off, only to crash to the floor dizzy.

The locker-room erupted in laughter at the star striker who pouted as the defender helped her up and they waited for Emma and their team talk.

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Ten minutes into the second half, something was clear. And that was that Athenea was gunning for her secret girlfriend. Any time y/n had the ball, Athenea would be over her, and not always in-line with the rules.

Chelsea currently had a corner, and as per set piece request, y/n waited patiently just outside the box, Athenea noticed her, looking back at Jess Carter and Niamh Charles who were still holding the back line.

Athenea ran forward, jostling her shoulder into y/n's back slightly, but the Chelsea player huffed and pushed her weight back, causing a small shoving fit to happen.

y/n let out a shout of annoyance at the ref, who seemed to finally notice the predicament. However, Athenea hadn't and shoved again, y/n rolled her eyes and keeled forward.

It was dramatic, y/n knew so, it was hard to knock her down, but as soon as she hit the grass the whistle was blown and a bright yellow card shown in her girlfriend's direction.

Athenea let out an annoyed call, but stalked away when the ref glared. The corner was finally taken, it bounced from a defender's head straight to the feet of y/n and she fired.

The ball seemed to ricochet at the back of the net as Athenea let out a curse in Spanish, but y/n ignored it as she raced to Sam and threw herself at her, the Australian catching her as she cheered.

It was y/n's tenth goal for Chelsea in one year and y/n cheered at the small amount of Chelsea fans who had followed them to Spain. She kissed her badge as she walked back, high fiving Jess and Niamh as she sent a thumbs up to Ann in goal.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with rough tackles and fast plays, y/n almost losing a limb at one point she felt. She could see Emma discussing about taking her off and as they lined up to another Chelsea corner, she wanted to make a difference.

Sam had directed her into the box this time, Niamh on the outside if needed. Athenea had followed and the two began jostling, the corner was taken, and before anyone could blink, it had bounced off y/n's head and into the net.

"Holy shit!" y/n yelled chasing after Sam who was screaming as well.

Athenea let out another curse, her team now 4-1 down and as they walked back, her girlfriend grinning made it worse. Play restarted and as minutes ticked by, the 78th minute almost done, Athenea ran at the goal.

y/n let out a sigh and chased after, making the decision and sliding down, her feet kicking the ball as Athenea fell on top of her. The Spanish lady groaned and stood up, shouting in annoyance.

"She got the ball, she got the ball." The ref denies and Athenea turns to shoulder barge y/n, but the English girl beats her too it and essentially shoulder checks her onto the ground.

"There's your foul." y/n hissed and Jess immediately pulled her away as a yellow was show in her direction. She was pulled off after, Emma telling her she was lucky it wasn't a red.

The game ended the way she left it. 4-1. And even though they had won, y/n was not in any way happy. Millie had wrapped her in a hug, knowing the upset that was coursing through her veins.

y/n went around, shaking a few players hands, conversing in their native language which shocked them. Finally she approached Athenea.

"Buen juego" y/n said, holding her hand out.

good game

Athenea looked like she was about to cry but y/n knew her well enough to know it wasn't about the game. She and Athenea were both loyal to a fault to their clubs, their countries, but they had never been like that.

They had known each other so long, understood so much of each other and yet were still learning things everyday and in that moment, the crowd, the game, the world no longer mattered, only their relationship.

"Lo siento, estaba tan enojada, y yo ..." Athenea began, but y/n hushed her.

I am so sorry, I just was so angry and I...

"It's okay. It's okay. I was an asshole too Thea." y/n promises, the nickname slipping from her lips before she had registered.

Athenea had always wondered what people would say if they were to find out about the two. They had been hidden for so long now, it seemed almost laughable.

"Lo siento." y/n repeated, holding her hand out.

Athenea had another idea however and tugged the taller girl in for a hug, the two hugging rather tightly as all their teams paused in shock.

Sam leaned over to Millie, the blonde not looking surprised like everyone else, she looked over to her manager who just continued talking with the Real Madrid Manager the two clearly aware also.

"That doesn't look like competitors." Sam says to Millie as the two pull away.

"Ya no me importa esconderme más." Athenea whispers to her lover, the girl watching her.

I do not care for hiding no more.

"Promise?" y/n asked and Athenea nodded and y/n grinned, leaning down to place a long kiss on her lover's lips.

It was almost comical, the reaction of shouts from the players and fans, trying to grasp what was going on as the two pulled away, swarmed by blue and white shirts.

"Ay!" Athenea called, her voice sharp as her team shut up.

"Yes, Athenea and I are together, no we didn't feel the need to share it." y/n explains as Sam stutters.

"How long?" Lauren asks confused and scratching her head.

"5 years." Athenea shrugs and once again it chaos descends.

"Surprise?" y/n says to them, before she grabs her girlfriend and runs off down the tunnel.

"Motherfucker!" Sam says before the group chase after.

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