#yeah jude burned his hand but

[whynotlol9]

I’m still not over TMA. So here are my ladies, my worm wife Jane Prentis, love her forever) Nikola is just so fun and Jude is just cool (and hot ;)

[drowning-in-paragraphs]

hiiiiiii,

Can I request a Jude Bellingham imagine where you’re in the Bellingham documentary for his YouTube and it shows you behind the scenes watching his games and stuff and just being a cute couple 💓.

Thank Youuuuuu💓✨

a/n: sorry for the delay, I don't know why but it took me a while to write it. I hope you like it. Request me whatever you want!

THE ONE

jude bellingham x gf!reader

warnings: none, just that English is not my first language.

summary: It’s her turn to step into the spotlight of Jude’s documentary, where unseen moments reveal the depth of their connection, exposing a side of their relationship and how much they mean for each other to the public.

The camera lens focuses, the soft hum of equipment fills the room, and she sits on their cozy, cream-colored couch. Her hands are folded nervously on her lap, her leg bouncing ever so slightly as she adjust her position, trying to find the perfect balance between comfort and confidence. Her hair falls softly around her face, and she tucks a strand behind her ear, looking up at the camera with a genuine smile. A nervous chuckle escapes her as she glances toward the crew and to him.

Jude stands just out of the frame, leaning against the wall, giving her a reassuring nod, his warm smile reaching his eyes. He mouths, "You got this," and she exhales deeply, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. His presence is comforting, just like it always is.

"Hi, I'm...well, Jude's girlfriend," she says. "But, more than that, I’m just me—someone who tries to support him, love him, and keep him grounded." Her voice is gentle, but there’s a quiet strength in it, one that suggests she's much more than just his partner.

The interviewer asks the first question, something light to ease her in. "How did you two meet?"

She smiles wider and looks down for a moment, as if reliving the memory. “We actually met through mutual friends. Super normal. I didn’t know much about football back then, but of course I was fully aware of who he was. In person, he was even more handsome and charming, so it wasn’t a surprise that I was attracted to him straight away.” She laughs at herself. “Because of that, I spent most of the night ignoring him since I was dying of embarrassment and it wasn’t until I spilled a drink on his shirt that I was able to look him in the eye to apologize, but Jude just laughed. From then on, we spent the whole night talking, even over text afterward. We got along pretty quickly, but we took things slow. I think that’s what made it work… just letting everything happen naturally.”

As she speaks, the screen fades into footage of the two of them, candid moments from Jude's life. There's a clip of them walking hand in hand, Jude glancing over at her, his face lighting up in a way that's impossible to fake. Another video shows them sitting on a couch, laughing at something on TV. Jude’s arm is casually draped around her shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her arm. The chemistry is effortless, easy.

Back in the interview, she’s asked about how their relationship has evolved with Jude’s career skyrocketing.

"Honestly, it’s been crazy," she admits. "His schedule is intense, and sometimes we’re apart for long stretches. But we’ve always made it a priority to stay connected. We FaceTime all the time, even if it’s just to say goodnight. And when he’s home, we make sure to enjoy the little things—going on walks, cooking together, just spending time. Those are the moments that matter most."

Suddenly, Jude’s voice breaks in from off-camera, clearly teasing her. “Yeah, well burning food doesn’t count as cooking, love.”

She laughs, shaking her head, the sound of his voice immediately softening her expression. “He’s talking about his abilities,” she replies with a grin. The off-screen laughter from the crew adds to the playful atmosphere.

The next part of the interview focuses on her relationship with Jude’s family, something that’s been a big part of his life. Clips play of her with Jude’s younger brother, Jobe, during a family dinner. They’re joking around, Jobe and her teasing Jude and him complaining about their alliance. Another clip shows her talking to Jobe who’s clearly comfortable with her, and at one point, she playfully nudges him, making everyone laugh. Then, she’s shown with Jude’s parents, Denise and Mark, during a relaxed family gathering. She’s sitting next to Denise, the two of them talking and laughing as if they’ve known each other forever. The bond is clear—she fits into the family seamlessly, not as an outsider, but as someone who belongs.

"Jobe is like a little brother to me," she says with a smile when asked about him. "He’s such a good kid, and we’re always joking around. It’s just easy with him. And Jude’s parents... they’re honestly the sweetest people I’ve ever met. Denise is like a second mom to me. She’s always checking in, making sure I’m okay, especially when Jude’s away. And Mark, well... he’s the kind of dad who always has a story to tell and advice to give, whether you ask for it or not,” she adds with a laugh. “I couldn’t be luckier.”

Cut to a heartwarming montage of family moments: Jude’s girlfriend and Jobe playing video games, both of them laughing uncontrollably as Jude looks on from the side, shaking his head. Another clip shows her helping Denise in the kitchen, the two of them sharing a peaceful, easy rapport, with Mark chiming in from the dining room, to help them.

“They are awesome.”

The screen cuts to a new video clip of Jude talking directly to the camera in a different segment of the documentary. He’s sitting outside on a patio, the sun glinting off his face as he reflects.

"My mom told me pretty early on that she thought she was the one," Jude says, nodding slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "She said she just knew. And I trust my mom’s instincts more than anyone else’s. Honestly, I think I knew too, but hearing it from her made me super sure."

The scene shifts again, showing a playful clip of Jude and her from one of their trips. They’re by the beach, Jude holding the camera as they walk barefoot in the sand. He’s joking, trying to push her toward the water while she protests, laughing and running away. They tease each other endlessly, but the affection is obvious. Every touch, every glance, speaks volumes.

Back in the interview, Jude’s voice is heard once more, this time in a more serious tone. “She’s my rock,” he says. “People always ask me how I stay grounded, how I handle everything, and it’s her. She’s the one who keeps me steady when things get overwhelming.”

Her eyes soften as she listens to the interviewer words. "He said that?” She asks, blushing a little as the one holding the camera nods. “Well, I think we’re a team. We support each other through everything. When he's having a tough day, I’m there for him. And when I'm struggling, he’s always the first to lift me up."

The interviewer gives a knowing nod, then shifts the tone to something more playful. "Now, we’ve seen some fun clips of you two together, but who’s the bigger tease in the relationship?"

Her eyes widen slightly as she chuckles. "Oh, I know he’s going to say it’s him, but i’s definitely me. I love to tease him. He gets this little furrowed brow, and I just can’t help myself."

Another video plays, this time a candid clip of them in the living room. Jude is trying to explain some football tactic using salt shakers and a pepper grinder as players, while she watches him with an amused smile. Suddenly, she moves one of the shakers, to condiment her food, completely messing up his demonstration, and bursts into laughter when he groans dramatically, head in his hands.

Back in the interview, she shrugs innocently. "He takes it well, though. He’s a good sport about it."

Jude’s voice cuts in again. "Barely."

She bursts out laughing, shaking her head. "See? Always listening in."

The documentary closes with one last video—Jude and her sitting on the couch, his arm around her once more as they scroll through pictures on his phone. They’re laughing, teasing each other about the awkward photos, and then he pulls her close, kissing the top of her head. It’s a simple, intimate moment, but it says everything.

As the video is about to finish, she’s seen asleep in his arms and Jude’s voice comes through one last time. He looks at the camera with a smirk and whispers “Yeah... she’s the one.”

[judeswhore]

this is what it feels like

summary: jude just can’t stop kissing you

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: stupid fluff + it’s short but like yeah

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is a longer version of this ask bc it made me all silly and weak

“could kiss you forever.” jude mumbled, humming softly against your lips as he pushed yet another light kiss to the corner of your mouth. it was a perfect match for the one he’d pressed to the other side only seconds before, your boyfriend seemingly on a mission to love on every part of your face.

“hmm, surely that would get boring.” you teased and let your thumb brush along the edge of his jaw before curling your hand around the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him a little closer. you were already glued to his body, the both of you turned onto your sides, your leg hooked comfortably over jude’s hip so he could wrap an arm around your back and use his hand to keep you firmly pressed against his chest. it was a soothing position, one that had made your kissing lazy and languid almost immediately, both of you on the verge of falling asleep and yet unwilling to pull away.

jude ran his hand gently up and down your spine, his palm tucked under your shirt and pressed warm against your bare skin. the gesture was calming, relaxing in a way that had you pliant in his arms, brain a lump of mush that could only focus on the heat of his fingers and the tenderness of his lips. you’d forgotten how long he’d been kissing you, how long it had been since you’d gotten into bed with every intention of actually going to sleep. you’d wanted one kiss, a quick peck to say goodnight but that wasn’t enough for jude and before you knew it he had you pressed against him and was kissing you breathless.

now, he made a noise of disbelief in the back of his throat. “s’not possible.” he settled his mouth a little more firmly against yours, effectively cutting off your little huff of amusement. his movements were slow, lips and tongue swiping over yours so lovingly it left you feeling dizzy and light headed. there was a sort of weightlessness that came with kissing jude, a feeling that, if he wasn’t holding you, would have you floating away. his lips stole all your worries with one swipe and left you blissfully empty, only able to think about him.

the rain pattered against the windows and jude kissed you. he rubbed a slow path up and down your spine, up between your shoulder blades and down to the curve of your ass, back up and repeated until you were sure he must have burned a mark into your skin. you tipped your head, opened your mouth a little more and swallowed the happy moan he let out when your tongue met his again. the tips of your nails grazed gently over the back of his head before you lowered them and scratched his neck, content with staying like this forever. you knew the kisses would taper off at some point, knew jude would start to grow sleepy, his mouth tripping messily over yours until he gave you one last peck and tucked his face away into your neck.

the hand on your back travelled a little lower on the next pass, brushed down to your ass which he gave a soft and somewhat playful tap to get your attention. “turn the lamp off.” he told you between the kiss, words muffled because you were still pressed so close together. you were nodding, trying to shift away and reach behind you for the little switch but jude’s mouth was still attached to yours, his tongue still brushing into your mouth with absolutely no intention of stopping.

you gave a light laugh, one that he swallowed with yet another kiss and he followed as you half rolled onto your back, chased you for more kisses because he couldn’t stomach even a seconds break. he caught your jaw with his hand, palm spanning your face so he could keep you in place and litter playful pecks around your lips because you were giggling too much for him to kiss you properly. the noise had he own smile growing, so big his attempts at kisses were just messy presses of his mouth to your skin.

“jude,” you puffed out with a laugh, nose crinkling because the stubble on his chin and jaw was tickling you. your hand rose between your bodies and you pressed a firm but gentle palm to his forehead then pushed. “y’have to actually let me go to turn it off.”

“m’sure you could just wave your arm around and knock it.” he whined a little and tried to dodge your hand but you managed to keep him away for a few seconds. you ignored his over dramatic frown and the way he purposefully butted his head into your hand and managed to twist a little to reach the lamp switch with your free hand.

you’d barely even flipped the switch when jude was knocking your hand off of his head, his thumb and fingers finding your chin so he could pull your face back to his. the grin he was wearing was flirty and annoying but so stupidly pretty your heart skittered. he nudged the tip of your nose with his before dipping his head, going back to kissing you like nothing had happened. the heavy thumps of your heart didn’t go away, your body feeling hot and tingly with giddy love at how eager and needy jude was to show you his love.

the bedroom now bathed in darkness, jude started to settle down over you, shifting on the mattress so he could lay you comfortably on your back and lower himself on top of you. the weight of him had you sighing happily, arms winding around his neck as he pressed his forearms down beside your head, caged you in in a way that made you feel safe and secure. the duvet was twisted a little around your bodies but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, too caught up in how he brushed his tongue back into your mouth, moaned low in his throat when you licked into his.

silence wrapped around you for the next few minutes, broken only by soft moans and panted breaths, the gentle taps of rain on the windows. jude finally gave you a few moments to catch your breath properly, his forehead pressed to your temple as he shuddered above you, the soft scratch of your nails over the back of his neck making his eyes feel heavy. the palm of your hand smoothed along his shoulders and back, copied his moments from earlier and you quirked a quick smile.

“y’getting bored yet?” you asked, voice lilting playfully and he answered with a quick scoff, shifting to peer down at you through dark eyes.

“never.”

[paddockletters]

close to you | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x reader summary: after months of long-distance dating, you finally meet Jude's family, share moments together leading to a conversation about moving in together request: yes / thank you sooo much for you request!

Being in a long-distance relationship with Jude had its ups and downs. Video calls filled our evenings, laughter echoing through the screens, but I often missed the warmth of his presence. The anticipation of finally meeting his family sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“Are you ready for this?” Jude asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulled up to his family’s house.

“I think so! But what if they don’t like me?” I fretted, twisting the ring on my finger.

“Don’t worry; they’ll love you. Just be your charming self” he teased, nudging me with his elbow.

As we walked inside, Jude’s mom, Denise, greeted us with a warm hug.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to finally meet you!”

“Thank you for having me! It’s wonderful to be here" I replied, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

“Jude talks about you all the time” Denise said, her smile wide.

“Does he?” I glanced at Jude, who looked a bit embarrassed.

“Just the good stuff” he shot back playfully, earning a gentle shove from me.

“So, you’re the infamous Y/N. Jude's been raving about you. Just wait until I share his childhood stories!” Jobe, Jude’s brother, strolled into the room, a grin spreading across his face.

“Hey! No stories, Jobe!” Jude interjected, his face flushing a shade of red.

“Oh come on, I have to give Y/N the real scoop!” Jobe laughed, giving me a wink.

As the afternoon unfolded, the kitchen filled with laughter and delicious smells from the family dinner Denise prepared. I felt myself relaxing as Jude wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

“So, Y/N, what’s your favourite dish?” Denise asked as we sat around the table.

“I love Italian food!” I exclaimed, sharing how I once tried to make homemade pasta and ended up with a huge mess.

“That sounds like quite the adventure!” Jude chuckled, nudging me playfully. “Maybe I’ll let you cook for me next time?”

“Only if you help!” I retorted, laughing.

As the evening went on, I felt the warmth of Jude’s family wrapping around me, but a small knot of insecurity lingered. When Jude playfully teased me about my cooking skills, I felt a flicker of doubt.

“Hey, don’t let him get to you! You’re doing great,” Jobe chimed in, winking at me.

“Yeah, don’t listen to him. He burns toast” Jude added with a smirk.

“Alright, fine! I’ll take your word for it,” I said, trying to brush it off, but I excused myself to the guest room, feeling the weight of the moment.

Jude followed, concern etched on his face.

“babe, wait! What’s going on?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“I just… I want your family to like me” I confessed, my voice trembling slightly.

“They already do. They see how happy you make me” he said softly, his hands gently cupping my face. “You mean the world to me, and that’s what matters.”

“Really?” I asked, feeling my heart swell.

“Absolutely. Now, let’s go back out there and have some fun together” he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead, sending butterflies racing in my stomach.

As we stepped back into the living room, the mood shifted. Jude took my hand, intertwining our fingers as Jobe launched into another childhood story, making us all laugh.

With our family meeting behind us, our focus shifted to the upcoming Valentine’s Day in Paris. Jude had planned a surprise trip, and I could hardly contain my excitement.

The moment we arrived, the magic of the city enveloped us. Walking hand in hand along the Seine, I looked up at Jude.

“This is incredible. Thank you for bringing me here�� I said, the Eiffel Tower shimmering in the distance.

“Anything for you” he replied, leaning down to kiss my cheek. The warmth of his lips lingered, making me blush.

As we strolled through the cobbled streets.

“Look at that! Can we get a portrait?” I pointed at a street artist.

“Sure, but only if I get to keep it.” Jude smiled, nodding.

“Deal! Just promise not to make a funny face” I joked.

We approached the artist, and after a few giggles and playful banter, he captured us in a moment that felt perfect. As we looked at the drawing, I laughed.

“You look like a dashing rogue!”

“Yeah, and you look like a princess” he said, his gaze warm.

Later that evening, we dined at a quaint bistro, the atmosphere glowing with candlelight.

“This is amazing, Jude” I sighed, taking in the ambiance.

“I knew you’d love it” he said, his eyes sparkling. He reached across the table, taking my hand.

After dinner, we walked back to our hotel, the city lit up like a dream. Jude suddenly stopped, pulling me close.

“Hey, let’s take a picture with the Eiffel Tower in the background” he suggested.

“Great idea! Say ‘cheese’!” I grinned, but as we posed, he leaned in, whispering.

“You’re cute” and snapped the picture just as I blushed.

“Jude!” I giggled, swatting him playfully.

“I meant it” he chuckled, his eyes dancing.

Later that night, after a delightful dinner, we decided to hit the club scene. The music pulsed around us as we danced, completely immersed in the rhythm of the night.

“Let’s show them how it’s done!” Jude exclaimed, pulling me to the dance floor.

“I’m ready! Just try to keep up!” I challenged playfully, and we lost ourselves in laughter and movement.

As we twirled and swayed to the beat, Jude’s hands found my waist, pulling me close.

“You have the best dance moves” he said, grinning.

“I’ll take that as a compliment! But you’re not too shabby yourself” I teased back, leaning in to whisper in his ear, feeling his breath tickle my neck.

When the music slowed, Jude wrapped his arms around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I could stay like this forever” I murmured.

“Me too” he replied, gently tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. His lips met mine in a soft kiss that sent sparks through me, deepening as he pulled me closer.

After a night of dancing, we returned to the hotel room, exhilarated but exhausted.

“That was amazing” I sighed, flopping onto the bed.

“See? I knew you’d love it” Jude said, sitting beside me with a satisfied smile.

Summer arrived, and we planned a getaway with friends to a beautiful beach destination. The sun, sand, and laughter filled our days, making memories that felt like pure bliss.

“Hey, what do you think about renting those paddleboards tomorrow?” one of our friends suggested while lounging on the beach.

“I’m in! Just don’t expect me to be a pro” I laughed, already picturing myself face-planting into the water.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there to rescue you” Jude said, grinning. “Maybe we’ll make a game out of it—who can fall off first?”

“Challenge accepted!” I shot back, nudging him playfully.

As we soaked up the sun, Jude pulled me aside.

“Can we chat for a moment?” he asked, leading me away from the group.

“Sure, what’s up?” I replied, curious.

He looked serious for a moment, glancing back at our friends before speaking.

“I’ve been thinking… would you want to move in together?"

“Really? You want me to move in?” I was taken aback, my heart racing.

“Absolutely. I think it would be amazing” he said, his excitement evident.

“Does your mom agree?” I asked, wanting to ensure that this was what everyone wanted.

“I think she’d love it. She’s been saying she’d be happy to have you around,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face.

I couldn’t help but smile back, my heart swelling with joy.

“Then yes! I’d love to!” Jude pulled me into a warm embrace.

“I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Me neither” I replied, leaning up to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

[halarealmadridd]

rizzy

pairing. jude bellingham x vs!reader genre. fluff warnings. none request. victoriasecretmodel! reader and jude soing a couples interview and jude keep on flirting with her author‘s note. uhmm so i kinda fell asleep while doing this so this is uploaded a bit late!

the camera slowly focused on you and jude sitting on a sofa, tangled in each other’s arms. your head was resting on jude‘s chest, feeling his chest steadily rise up and down.

the director gave you a thumbs up to signal that you could start speaking.

“hello i’m y/n” you introduced yourself. “and i’m jude” jude continued.

“and today were going to be doing a couples interview” you said while clapping your hands together and sitting up. jude’s hand made it’s way to your thigh, squeezing it a bit.

“where did you guys meet?” one of the staff members asked curiously.

“funnily enough we actually met through instagram, i mean i didn’t know who jude was so he was the first one that messaged me and asked for my number” you explained while sensing that you had just lowered jude’s ego.

“you didn’t know me?” he gasped while dramatically putting his hand on his chest while his mouth was wide open. you giggled at the sight. you loved this dramatic and “quirky” side of jude.

“where was your first date” another staff member challenged.

“of course inside. we had a nice little cozy movie date whilst eating cake and popcorn. we couldn’t go out, obviously” jude explained while rolling his eyes.

“i still remember when you burned the popcorn” you laughed at the memory.

“i didn’t burn it it just toasted i don’t know what happens, how could you even burn popcorn in the microwave” he complained.

“i don’t know, maybe ask yourself” you joked, receiving a small slap to your waist from jude.

“did your modeling career affect your relationship at all?” someone questioned.

“i mean yeah, we couldn’t really eat everything on our dates, or i atleast couldn’t cause i was on a diet” you frowned. “also we couldn’t spend a lot of time together as i had to travel for shows and jude had to travel for international competitions so our relationship was just facetime at one point” you continued, explaining the down sides of your relationship.

“what is one thing you guys will always have different opinions about?”

“baked beans” you revealed.

“what are you on about they are divine” jude said defensively, as baked beans where his favourite food.

“i just cannot eat them without throwing up, like the texture is just so icky and they don’t taste like anything ew” you said, making a gag sound.

jude rolled his eyes at your dramatic behaviour.

“well, that’s it for today time to wrap it up” the director said making you feel relieved.

“hope you guys learnt something new from this video, goodbye” jude waved.

you both got up from the sofa and made your way to the parking lot where your car was.

“can you get a driving’s license already i don’t want to drive”

“shut up you little rat” he spat back, making you laugh. you pressed a kiss to his temple and started driving home.

[madridfangirl]

I'm taking you home NOW!

(Part 2 of the one-shot. On popular demand. Part one here. This is SMUT.)

Summary: Jude sees his girlfriend at a club, tries to control himself as he watches her have the time of her life, but ultimately decides to take the matter in his own hands. What happens when he finally gets his hands on her?

Inspired from an anon request.

She hung up. Jude couldn’t believe she hung up on him.

He stared at his phone, then at her through the glass, then back at his phone.

Boy, was he going to make her pay.

Ananya realised that wasn’t a very smart move but he had completely thrown her off-guard. Between fight or flight, her instincts went with the latter. She could feel his gaze on her as she walked back to her table, the intensity burning her skin even through the distance and glass divider. She didn’t dare to look in that direction and sat down with her back to him.

Jude stayed there for a few seconds, half-inclined to walk down there right now and make good on his threat. But if he did that, sex would be off the table tonight. His parents / team would get a heart attack from the scandal he would have caused. And Ananya - oh she would strangulate him with her bare tiny hands.

Grudgingly, he dragged himself back to his teammates. Brahim elbowed him as soon as he sat down, telling him he was being too plain. Just that, the rest of the guys were pissed drunk already and hadn’t noticed. Jude couldn’t get himself to care. His thoughts were elsewhere.

Ananya knew he wouldn’t just let it go. And she was proven right 5 mins later when her phone buzzed. 

It was a picture with him, Cama, Vini and three waitresses. Two of them were on either side of Jude, their arms around his back and his around theirs. Both leaning against him, a little too close, looking all giddy and infatuated. The typical reaction he invoked in girls.

She started at her screen, open-mouthed, at his obvious attempt to rile her up. No, she won’t give him the satisfaction. She watched her tone carefully before texting him back.

Ananya: ??

Jude: Sent by mistake. Was sending to one of the girls.

Please, like she was born yesterday.

Jude: They didn’t have their phone on them so I took from mine & sending over. To the one on my right.

So, Jude had her number and she had Jude’s. 

Ananya: How sweet.

The girl was pretty. A classic petite, sexy Spanish brunette. A high-end waitress for the VIP section of one of the most posh clubs in Madrid. In her tight-fitted top & mini-skirt. Ananya knew from first-hand experience how Jude had a fetish for such uniforms. 

Jude: Yeah she’s over the moon. Thanking me non-stop.

She groaned. The boy was smart, talking in insinuations so she couldn’t hold anything over his head. So he doesn’t lose the moral high-ground he had right now. So he could always say later ‘oh it was just a nice thing I did for my fans.’ 

The fucker. The absolute shrewd twat. 

It had taken him all of 5 mins to swing this. The girl was probably touching his arm right now, trying to get his attention in her barely there attire. Batting her lashes, smiling extra hard. Reserving special service for him. Ready to drop her knickers at his one look. 

Her friend probably wanted to join in too. Both in a frenzy over how sweet he was being. Trying to score with the hottest property in football right now (literally & figuratively), who was drunk (ergo unreserved) and looked like an absolute meal tonight. 

This happened all too often with him. Offers for quickies in washrooms / hook-ups / one-night stands tended to pour in for him freely. Jude would tell her every time someone hit on him so explicitly or proposition him so openly. It was an unspoken understanding between them, something that gave her comfort.

Usually, he would nip these things in the bud, not providing any encouragement. But tonight, would he indulge a bit? To get back at her for her supposed flirting?

She hadn’t flirted, she hadn’t. She just smiled a bit cheesily at the bartender and chatted him up so she could get her drinks faster. That’s it. That wasn’t flirting, right?

Jude would vehemently disagree. But fuck him. 

And fuck the fact that he knew her so well. He knew what this photo would do to her. The exact things running through her mind. How she would notice that his hands were on their waist, not their shoulders which was his usual with other girls. How she’d be able to tell that the girls were trying to throw themselves at him. 

And it had taken him less than 5 mins to orchestrate this. Such was his charm.

The bastard. She hated his guts right now.

He wanted every single one of these 30 mins to be a torture for her. Not letting her have the win. And he was succeeding. In her heart, she knew he wouldn’t cross the line, she trusted him. But there was a grey area that existed between nonchalance and crossing the line. And Jude being Jude was obviously well aware of that grey area of ‘humouring someone’ or ‘harmless flirting.’

If she was making him wait, then he wanted to make sure she feels the pinch of it too. To the point where SHE suggests to call it a night sooner. How sweet a win that would be for him, he’d forever throw that in her face.

No. Whatever happens, she won’t succumb to such lows. Even the great, most desirable Jude Bellingham would have to wait once in a while. Even if it was killing her from the inside.

Ananya: Careful, unless you wanna sleep on the couch tonight.

Jude: Neither of us are sleeping tonight.

She hated the shiver that ran down her spine. She hated the power he had over her, making her tremble just with his words.

In need of some liquid courage, Ananya downed three more shots of tequila quickly. That, and the lack of food during the night, hit her straight in the head. She went to the washroom to fix her look, re-applying the makeup.

It was almost time. To walk into the lion’s den. A pissed-off predator on edge. At least that’s what it felt like as she somehow found the way to the back-door of the VIP section.

When she saw his car, she froze. Not knowing what to expect tonight. He’d always been possessive & dominant, but tonight he felt unhinged. Like some switch had flipped in his head. 

When she didn’t move for a few more seconds, her phone started ringing. She didn’t bother looking, she knew it was him. Growing impatient. Wanting her to move her butt. As if he was the king of the world.

Cocky, entitled prick.

Half-pissed and full drunk, she marched to the car. As soon as she got into the back-seat, she turned towards him.

‘Just you? Thought your admirers would join you.’

Jude scoffed, looking at her like she had let his childhood pup run to the road and get hit by a car.

‘Look who’s talking.’

Their eyes locked in a fiery staring contest.

‘YOU SENT ME A FUCKING PHOTO YOU JERK.’

‘You started it.’

The fact that he was able to keep his head and speak with an even tone pissed her off further.

‘I started it? I STARTED IT? OH YOU LITTLE…’

A timid uncomfortable clearing of throat from the front seat broke her out of her rage. Poor Agnes wanted to be invisible in that moment.

‘Ummm, sorry but shall we get going? The security is signalling us to clear the lane.’

Jude recovered quickly while Ananya sat numb. Having completely forgotten about the sweet chauffeur’s existence. Someone she had grown fond of. Someone her uncle’s age maybe. Someone she respected. And she just made a scene in front of him. Horrified, she sunk into her seat.

‘Yes please. Take us home.’

‘Sure thing.’

His place was a short 15 min away. Especially at this hour of the night.

She was determined to let these minutes pass without any other incident. But Jude had other plans.

He took off his jacket and threw it over her, covering her waist and legs. Before she could tell him she wasn’t cold or anything, his hand found its way under the jacket to her thigh, lifting her dress up, grabbing her bare skin.

She gaped at him in shock, but he looked straight ahead, completely nonchalant. 

The pressure of his hand increased. She bit her lip to muffle her gasp, trying to push his hand away but Jude stayed firm. She tried again but he gripped her harder, showing her how it will play out if she struggles more.

She couldn’t push him away with more force. She couldn’t call him out verbally. She couldn’t throw the jacket away while his hand was there. With Agnes sitting ahead, all these would create such a scandal in her head that it would take forever to recover from the embarrassment.

And Jude knew that. He knew she didn’t have an escape, and he pounced on the opportunity.

His hand travelled further up, brushing against her core. Her shocked whimper didn’t go unnoticed this time, and Ananya tried to cover it up by pretend cough.

‘Would you like some water?’

Agnes passed over a bottle to her, which she took gratefully. While Jude suppressed a smirk building at the corner of his lips. How she wanted to slap that pretty face right now.

While she sipped the water, his fingers brushed against her again, and some water spilled out. A trail of droplets went down her lips, via her long neck, soaking her cleavage, disappearing into her strapless dress. Drawing Jude’s attention. He stared at her wet, smooth, glistening skin and cursed inwardly when she wiped off the spilled water with her hand, missing his thirsty look altogether.

His hand assaulted her sensitive skin with more intent, alternating between her thigh and her core. Feeling how wetness started to pool between her legs. 

Helpless, she looked out of the window. Hoping for the universe to swallow her whole. Biting her hand / wrist to mask her whimpers. Feeling a strange mix of anger, frustration & arousal. All feelings accentuated due to her drunken state. He was stroking the fight away from her, one touch at a time. Every move calculated to turn her into a whiny hot mess. Needy, pliant and ready for him.

She hated him for putting her in this vulnerable position. But her body was responding to the thrill of it. Jude was the king of spontaneity and adventure, never a dull moment with him.

Finally, they reached home. The ride felt like 3 hours to her, but it had only been 12 mins.

‘Thanks Agnes. You can leave the car here.’

The middle-aged man turned towards his boss, confused. The car was in the open driveway, not in the covered garage where he usually parked.

‘It might rain tonight. And the dust…’

‘It’s alright. See you tomorrow. Good night.’

‘Good night to you too.’

A very confused Agnes got out of the car, as his passengers remained in the back seat.

Ananya knew where this was going. Doing it in the car was one of Jude’s fetishes too. He would have preferred an open road if he wasn’t who he was. She was just thankful he waited for Agnes to be out of hearing distance.

As soon as Jude saw the compound gate click shut, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his lap, making her straddle him. Her dress inched further up by the position, pooling at her waist, revealing her matching red lace panties. Jude traced the border of the flimsy garment with his index finger, losing his focus for a few seconds, while she tried to gauge his mood by studying his face.

She was still mad at him but darn it she also needed him now. His expert fingers had worked their magic as usual. And her drunken state was making her needy. She liked to be taken softly & slowly after being buzzed. While that wasn’t gonna happen tonight, given the mood he was in, but maybe she could find a middle ground.

Ananya leaned forward, trying to kiss his lips, but he grabbed the back of her head, keeping her in place. Staring at her with a ferocious intensity. Like he wanted to eat her alive.

‘You had your fun tonight.’

Being the sole object of his undivided, obsessive attention was also intoxicating in its own way. There were surely worse things in the world than Jude Bellingham wanting to fuck you anytime he wanted.

And she needed him to get on with it, preferably not too roughly.

‘Yes, with my friends.’

Her tone was soft and assuaging. She moved in his lap, trying to rub herself against his crotch, but he grabbed her hips too, not letting her dictate the terms.

‘Not JUST with your friends.’

The image of the bartender and those ugly, sweaty guys trying to dance with her was still fresh in his mind.

Arguing that point would be useless, so she changed tact, keeping her tone sensuous.

‘Does it matter? I was always going to come home to you.’

He scoffed, incredulously. 

‘YOU REFUSED ME. I NEEDED you and you REFUSED ME.’

He was painfully half-hard most of the night, all because of her. And she had refused to take care of his need.

‘Didn’t refuse you baby, just asked for a bit more time with my friends.’

‘Yeah right.'

Despite her horniness, his petulant tone was starting to set her off. Here she was trying to be the adult, to let bygones be bygones, but he was stuck on being petty. 

‘What are you implying exactly?’

‘That you FLIRTED with that asshole, you KNEW what you were doing. And then you picked your friends OVER ME.’

He was probably right about the flirting bit. In a rational state she may have conceded this. But rationality had gone out of the window at his entitled cribbing.

‘Yeah, and what about what you did, huh?’

She grabbed the collar of his shirt, both to shake him and to steady herself.

‘I got one night in weeks, WEEKS, to get out of work early and have fun with my friends. But you wanted me to drop EVERYTHING and run to you at your first command? To be at your beck and call all the time? I don’t deserve one night off?’

‘All the time? ALL THE TIME? We have barely….’

‘SHUT UP.’

She yelled like she meant it, shushing him up for good.

‘And you had the audacity to send me THAT photo? Fuck that, you had the audacity to TAKE THAT PHOTO? What did you do to make them so giddy, huh? Smiled at them? Paid some compliments? Let your gaze linger? Brushed your fingers against their hand? What did you fucking do in those 5 mins that they were FALLING ALL OVER YOU?’

Jude leaned back against the seat. Smug, proud, making no effort to hide the sentiment.

That egotistical dickhead.

‘Who says I did anything?’

‘I’ll fucking slap you I swear. TELL ME.’

Jude eyed her, calculating his next move, choosing his words carefully.

‘Just said I liked what they were wearing.’

She shook him by his collar. Hard.

Jude loved it when she was all pliant and needy. But he loved it even more when she was this feisty & lippy with him.

The image of him complimenting them and them turning into mush on the spot made her want to puke. 

Enraged, Ananya moved to smack him on his chest but he grabbed her wrists, hard enough so she feels the sting.

Another defiant staring contest ensued, as she struggled to get off his lap, failing miserably, her movement making his blood rush south.

Defeated and pissed off, she reverted to a verbal retort.

‘Maybe I should call that bartender and say that to him too, yeah? He did give me his number after all.’

He hadn’t. Well, he was about to do that but she cut him off at the right time. To hell with facts though.

Jude stilled, then turned the full force of his glare at her, face heating up with ire at her words. 

She tried to meet his eyes head on, but it was like staring into the sun. It burned her, and she flinched, looking away to shield herself.

He locked her arms behind her back, tightening his grip on her wrists, his hot & heavy breath causing goosebumps on her face. 

She thanked her stars for not mentioning Arjun instead of the bartender, an option she had considered briefly. God knows how nuclear he would have gone then. Would have probably kept her locked in his room, tied to his bed for weeks on end.

‘He did what?’

His voice was low & threatening, somehow a lot more sinister than when it was raised. She felt its effect straight between her legs.

‘Answer me, sweetness.’

Oh, the bite in that suppose endearment. She shuddered involuntarily. But she was too far in to back out now.

‘I…I wasn’t gonna do anything about it.’

‘Immaterial, darling. You let him think he had a shot, yeah? That he could take you home tonight, or to his car, or a quickie in the loo. Correct?’

She shook her head from side to side in a no, unable to find the right words to respond. 

‘No? So when you were bending over the counter, giving him a view of this…’

He grabbed a breast harshly, making her gasp.

‘….was it to tell him that you were taken?’

She whined loudly under his touch.

‘Jude c’monnn I….’

‘Quiet.’

She hated herself for complying immediately. Like an obedient pet. 

The temperature around them was both burning hot and ice cold at the same time. Silence hung heavy in the air, only the sound of heavy breaths breaking through. 

And then, she heard the unlocking of his belt buckle.

Her eyes went to his waist, as he slowly took off his belt. What he did next made her throat go dry.

Jude tied her hands behind her back with his belt, in a tight grip, while she was still straddling him. His eyes boring a hole through her shaking body.

‘Someone needs to learn how to behave. And a reminder of who she belongs to.’

She wished he would go back to his frenzied ire. Because whatever it is he was doing right now with his chilly even tone was a thousand times more unnerving. She had never seen him like that before. 

‘This dress……was to be worn for me. But now, you’ve ruined it.’

She guessed his next move, but before she could utter a word in protest, strong hands ripped through her dress. Forcefully and mercilessly. Like that garment had personally offended him somehow. 

Ananya saw the remnants fall over the floor of the car in a pile, swiftly followed by her lace panties. It was a shame; she really liked both of those. He had bought them both for her.

Jude looked at her now naked form, while she still hid from his gaze.

He tapped on her lips with two fingers, gently. Then shoved them inside. Spreading her legs with his other hand, he shoved two fingers inside her wet, tight, leaking heat. Then latched on to a nipple with his teeth. Her resulting cries were muffled with his fingers in her mouth.

She was helpless, unable to do anything but to let him have his way. Whining & moaning through it all.

Jude’s hands worked at fast pace, sending her into an overdrive. Then, he switched both hands, making her taste herself on his fingers. As his mouth paid equal attention to both nipples. 

She shuddered violently when his thumb found her clit, as his fingers scissored her mercilessly. And she came on his fingers while screaming his name, falling over his chest, as he made her suck the fingers clean.

Jude gave her precisely 10 seconds to catch her breath, while he unzipped his trousers.

Immediately after, she found herself being brought down over his rock-hard dick, whimpering all the way through. As always, she struggled to take him all in, especially with this angle, and he revelled in the sight, getting extra hard by it, finally nudging his way in.

She had never been rendered this helpless before. Her legs were cramping and her arms were immobile as he bounced her up and down relentlessly, like a maniac. The overstimulation making her eyes water.

His mouth travelled through her torso, leaving angry marks on her sensitive skin. It was pointless asking him to go easy so she didn’t even try.

But when his thumb found her clit again, forcing her towards another orgasm while he was still nowhere near his, she begged him to slow it down. He went just a tad slower, just to humour her but the pressure made her head spin. He was playing her body like a pro, applying just the right pressure at all her sensitive spots together, wrecking her completely. While she was just a helpless doll in his lap.

Jude looked at her bouncing body, swollen & sweaty with his attention, just how it should be. Instead of slowing it down, he increased his pace. And the pressure of his fingers and teeth.

Ananya cried out in painful pleasure. 

She knew what he wanted. She had been fighting hard not to give him the satisfaction. But she was close to shattering again. And he would keep going like a madman till he extracted what he wanted from her. He’d somehow push out his own release and she was nearing the brink of passing out from overstimulation. 

After a long time, she looked straight into his eyes.

‘I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry?’

‘Yeah, what for?’

‘FOR EVERYTHING.’

She cried out with an extra hard thrust.

‘More specific.’

He wouldn’t let go, not even now, not when he had her completely at his mercy, not when she was meeting him 80% of the way. 

‘For….the bartender…the waiting…the dancing…the fighting…..the dress…..the bra…just…..please Jude.’

Her helpless moaning of his name and the sheer submission of her body did the trick. 

Jude undid her wrists, and brought them around his neck, stroking the bruised areas softly.

She sought out his lips for comfort and he kissed her back slowly, while still bouncing her rhythmically on top of him. Sweaty limbs intertwined. 

Their lips found their familiar motions as her nails dug into his shoulders. He sighed at the sensation. Both nearing their peaks.

‘Dove?’

Her heart swelled at the fondness in his tone and the use of her nickname.

‘Yeah baby?’

Their eyes met. How she could just drown in those honeyed orbs and never come back for air. What a sweet demise that would be.

‘Nothing happened with those girls. I didn’t want them.’

Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest now. And her tears spilled for a different reason. He kissed them away, peppering her face with kisses.

‘I know baby. I know.’

She hugged him tightly, as he rocked them both to their pleasures, coming down from their highs while still clinging to each other.

A few minutes later, he unwrapped her from around himself, covered her in his jacket, and carefully picked her up to carry her to bed, tucking her in.

As he slid under the covers and came to hold her, she stopped him with a hand to his chest.

Confused, he searched her face but came up with nothing.

‘What?’

‘You need to go back to the car now.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I don’t want Agnes to find my torn clothes tomorrow.’

‘I’ll do it in the morning.’

‘We might end up sleeping late and he comes in early.’

‘You want me to go down right now?’

‘Won’t you? For me?’

‘Fine. Whatever.’

She smiled as he stomped his feet all the way down to the car, making his displeasure known, but still keeping her wish.

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There you go.

I had no plans for Part 2 but your enthusiasm made it happen.

Let me know your thoughts / comments :)

[oneforthemunny]

hold my heart and watch it burn |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|

prompt: your first christmas apart and it's proving to be a lot harder and lonelier than you thought.

contains: i mean, you know i'm gonna write christmas angst lmao. so angst. divorce. ex-husband!eddie. dad!eddie. mentions of loneliness. of fighting. language. holiday blues. divorce blues. just sad but a little better at the end? maybe? kinda?

"Jude!" Your voice drops, breathy with a stern hiss that your eight year old ignored, running ahead through the crowds of people bustling through the ridiculously busy Starcourt Mall.

Lucy's small hand in yours, you pulled her through the crowds of people, dodging a woman and her twenty shopping bags that swung when she turned, nearly taking you out.

"Jude Wayne, stop." A rare tone of your voice came out, void of it's usual lightness that you always used with the kids- a tone that you usually reserved for their father.

"Woah," Your shoulders tensed, fighting back a grimace at the squeal Lucy let out, wringing her hand out of your grip. Speak of the devil, you thought, lips pursing to hold back the snarl you wanted to give. You wouldn't, not in front of the kids, no- you'd keep it civil for them, even though you wanted to smack the smug, dimpled grin that greeted you when you did finally look at him.

"Hi, sweetheart." Eddie hummed, eyes rolling over your figure, hoisting Lucy on his hip.

Your lips twisted, fighting back an eye roll. "Hi," You snapped curtly, turning to Jude, bending at your knees to get to his level. "Jude, you can't run through the mall, honey. You have to stay with me-"

"-Ah, he was just excited, baby." Eddie grinned, nodding at the young boy, who looked so much like him. "Weren't you, Jude?"

"Yeah, Mama." Jude nodded, lips curling in a positively sweetly devious grin- just like his Daddy's. You could feel your heart melting already. "I just want to see Santa. I hafta tell him the things on my list or he'll-"

"-You will, Jude." You sighed, the start of a headache pulsating dully at the base of your skull. "We'll walk to the line right now, and you both can tell Santa what you want, ok?"

Jude nodded, still walking ahead in quick, excited steps. Your eyes cut to Eddie, looking past him towards Lucy. "Surprised you showed up on time." Your tone clipped, quiet enough that the kids couldn't hear but that he did.

Eddie scoffed, a snort of air. "Showed up on time to see my kids? That's not very nice." Eddie's tone stayed light though his eyes narrowed when they looked at you.

"The truth isn't always nice, is it?" You quipped, turning forward to look at Jude.

"You act like I don't come to every thing they do." Eddie retaliated, a low hiss in his tone that left your jaw clenching with a familiar bubbling rage. "Really trying to make me into the deadbeat dad, hm?"

"I can't make you into anything." You scoffed. "But if the shoe fits-"

"-You're really doin' this?" Eddie's voice dropped, jaw ground tight with irritation. "Really? Today you're gonna start this?"

"I'm not starting anything." You snapped, a little louder than you meant to, eyeing Jude and Lucy carefully. "You're the one who's usually late to things. It's a fact."

Eddie scoffed, a light airy laugh leaving his lips that made your blood boil, nails digging into your balled fists. "Please. You think I don't know what this is about?"

"What?" You snapped, brows furrowed at him.

"Oh, c'mon, you're pissed about Trina." Eddie turned, looking at you fully.

You knew he had to see the way your heart dropped, sinking into a burning pit in your belly, filled with ache.

Trina was a bartender at The Hideout, she'd been one since you and Eddie had started going, and one you'd always felt a little wary of. The way she'd giggle and bat her eyes at Eddie- she'd been a catalyst to a few fights when you were still together.

Last Saturday morning, Eddie was late coming to the house to get the kids.

"Rough night?" You giggled, his hair wild, eyes puffy with lack of sleep- a look you'd seen too many times before, one that was always a sign he was hungover.

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot to set my alarm last night. I went out, and got a little... ya know," Eddie had muttered, running a hand down his face. "Had to shower because I smelt like smoke and didn't want Lucy's allergies actin' up, and I had to take Trina to her apartment, then I had to get gas, and-"

"-Trina?" You'd nearly spat. "From-From The Hideout, Trina?"

"Yeah, we, uh, we kinda went out last night." Eddie wouldn't meet your eyes, looking anywhere but at you. "I mean, you've been goin' on dates, and... ya know." He lifted his hand, nervously running his fingers through his bangs, a habit he'd always had.

You noticed the gold band missing from his left hand for the first time since your wedding, stomach dropping as he walked in, greeted by your children's excited squeals.

You were sick in the bathroom after that.

Now, your stomach still flipped, still burned with a familiar nauseating ache. Standing in line, trying to feign excitement listening to Jude and Lucy babble on and on about what they wanted Santa to bring them, trying to ignore the spiraling thoughts that consumed your mind.

The same thoughts that kept you up at night, tear stained cheeks pressed into the pillow next to yours, that still smelled like Eddie- the one he'd slept on three nights before his date with Trina. Did he know he was going out with her when he laid there next to you? Was he thinking of her when he had slid into you that same night? When he kissed you so fiercely, so full of love that it left you dizzy, did he wish it was her instead?

A piercing wail of a infant cut through your thoughts, taking another zombie like step towards the front of the line. Jude was bouncing, eyes so wide an intense, honed in on the older man in a red suit juggling the screaming baby to a photo.

"What're you gonna ask for Luce?" Eddie hummed, bouncing the four year old on his hip with a grin.

"Play Doh," Lucy gave a toothy smile. "The ones where you can make the rings." She shoved her chubby finger towards Eddie with emphasis.

"Oh, you gonna make some rings for Daddy?" Eddie grinned, glowing from the inside out- damn him, he was a good dad. Your heart fluttered when he wiggled his own fingers at her playfully, rings shining dully under the white Christmas lights of the mall. "I've been needin' some new ones."

Lucy laughed, silly infectious giggles that had your lips tugging in a grin, your hand smoothing over the wool of Jude's jacket. "You ready Luce? You're next." You cooed, stepping up to the bright candy caned line.

A bored teenage 'elf' looked at you with a less than jolly expression, waving them over as the kids ahead went bounding towards the mall Santa.

"Stay with Jude. Hold her hand, Jude. We'll be right over here." Your voice tightened, not moving until her hand was in his, scampering towards the next marker. "Smile pretty!"

"C'mon," Eddie muttered, his hand softly on the small of your back. "They're good."

You glared at him, huffing and pulling away from his grasp. "Don't talk to me like that."

Eddie sighed, tired and bored. "Like what?"

"Like that," You sneered, voice low as you stood behind the gate with the other parents, watching their kids as they told Santa their lists. "You don't have to be so condescending."

"Condescending." Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, just like that." You snarled, turning away from him, lips in a tight, annoyed line. "Like you always are."

Eddie nodded, slowly, tongue running on the inside of his cheek. There was a tense pause, both of you looking forward wordlessly.

"Look, I don't know what pissed you off so bad, if it's the Trina thing or-"

"-Can you not do this?" You bit in a hushed hiss. "Watch your kids. Don't make this about us." Your chin jerked towards Jude and Lucy, who were too enthralled with climbing on the fake sleigh to look back at two of you, which you were thankful for.

Eddie laughed humorlessly, an airy, unamused snort of air and you could feel him stiffening beside you. "Fine."

The eye roll you gave was so fierce it left you with a headache between the brows, fingers tapping on your crossed arms, trying to ignore him- to be present for your kids, enjoy and embrace the moment, but dammit was it hard. When he always had to have the last fucking word. Flashbacks of countless fights spun through your mind like a rolodex.

You managed enough cheer to mask the tension, greeting Jude and Lucy with their waving candy canes. "Did you tell Santa what you wanted?" You cooed, a hand running over Lucy's head.

"Yeah," Jude hugged your waist. "I told him I'd been really good, but will you tell him too, Mama? When you talk to him later."

You smiled, warm with content at his childlike innocence. "Of course." You nodded. "Let me pay for your photo and you can take it to Papa Wayne-"

"-I got it." Eddie muttered, still not looking at you, already flicking through the bills of his wallet, handing them to the cashier dressed like a elf.

"Let me pay you my half." You frowned, slinging your purse forward, pulling the zipper.

Eddie shook his head with an eye roll, nodding at the cashier, before stepping to the side. He sifted through the change in his palm, plucking out two quarters and handing them to Lucy and Jude. "Here, go get something out of the gumball machine."

Lucy and Jude squealed with excitement, bounding towards the array of candy and toy machines in the middle of the mall, ignoring your shout of warning.

"They already have a candy cane." You looked at Eddie with a bored expression. "So you're giving them more sugar?"

"Jesus Christ, it's the holidays." Eddie huffed. "Thought this was your favorite holiday?"

"It is." You countered, arms crossing over your frame defensively.

"Then quit bein' so mean." Eddie shook his head. "Just 'cause you're pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed at you." Your lips pressed in a hard line. "Not everything is about you."

Eddie let out a laugh, teetering on mocking and mean. "I- you know what, I give up." He shook his head. "Stay in your foul mood, whatever."

His hand fell on the white envelope on the counter, pulling the small photo out, handing it to you. "Here. Merry Christmas." His words fell flat, filled with irritation. "I'll have them back by eight tonight."

You fought back a snarl, looking at the grinning face of your children on the glossy photo, two identical smiles that reminded you so much of the man you loved- used to love.

"C'mon, let's go see Papa." Eddie clapped, grinning at the kids. "Tell Mama bye." His eyes met your with a forced grin, teeth nearly baring at you.

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, bending to hug each of them, pressing a kiss to their cheeks. "Be good, ok? Tell Papa I said hi."

Your eyes met Eddie's, a beat of silence between both of you, nearly challenging the other to speak first, to admit defeat. Neither of you did.

Eddie gave a curt nod, turning in the opposite direction with your children through the ever growing crowd.

You felt incredibly lonely, walking to your car silently, a sinking feeling in the pit of your tummy.

"Fuck-" Your fingers brushing the tip of the box, pushing it further back onto the shelf, away from your grasp.

Your annoyed huff echoed off the concrete of the garage walls, settling back on your tip toes. "Are you fuckin' serious? Ed-" Your words were strangled in your throat, heart dropping with sudden realization.

He wasn't here.

You should've been used to it by now. The house was empty, quiet even with the stereo playing. You'd turned it on, shoved a worn Christmas cassette tape in and tried to drown out the miserable silence that filled the house.

It used to be a tradition, just for the two of you. You and Eddie would drop the kids off at Wayne's going back home to wrap all the gifts you'd hidden. Eddie was always in charge of that, hiding them in the hard to reach, clever places around the house. You'd make hot toddies on the stove, Eddie would put on your favorite Christmas cassette without asking, and you'd spend the evening wrapping gifts.

Your first Christmas, Eddie had been so excited, positively beaming as you wrapped little onesies and teething toys- small gifts for Jude, but Eddie still boasted with pride. "Can you believe we're really doin' this? We're parents. Real parents wrapping real gifts for our real kid. Isn't- That's just fuckin' insane."

Now, you were alone, wrapping gifts for your kids and filling out the gift tag just to them for the first time in years.

The feeling was anything but joyful, sitting on your couch alone while Rudolph played lowly in the background. The hot toddy you'd made didn't nearly lift your spirits the way you hoped. No, if anything, it only made you feel worse.

Maybe it had been a mistake- the divorce. The thought had consumed you since you'd heard about Trina. Maybe Eddie was right, maybe the divorce was too much. Maybe you should have gone to therapy instead. Why else would you be feeling like this? Alone and miserable and full of regret. Were you just jealous? Was it the longer, darker days and colder weather messing with your mind? Or was it really that you-

"Hellooooooo!" Jude's sing-songy scream had you jumping, the hot liquid sloshing over the edge of the mug, splashing on to your reindeer printed pajamas.

"In here." Your voice was tight, not passing for the cheery tone you were hoping.

Two sets of feet bounded towards you as you set down your mug. Jude and Lucy came in, babbling with excitement about their day with Papa Wayne, still in their snow boots and coats.

"Mama, we saw Papa today an-and he asked me if I could make him some extra reindeer food so he can have some for his roof too, so Santa doesn't miss him." Jude jumped in your lap, eyes bright and wild as he told his story with excitement.

"Did he?" You grinned, unzipping Jude's jacket gently. "We'll have to make him some, won't we?"

"Yeah." Jude nodded, looking over at the tree. "Are those for us?" His eyes widened.

"Not until Christmas." You pointed at him. "Or I'll take them all back."

Jude pouted, eyes darting towards the screen. Your eyes cut towards Eddie as he helped Lucy out of her little snow boots, shimmying them off carefully and putting them by the door. The ache in your chest only grew.

You stood, crossing the living room towards the entry way. "Hey, Luce," You cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head when she flung herself at you. "Did you have fun today with Papa?"

"Yeah," Lucy giggled, hanging off your leg. "We gotta see the lights."

"The neighbors," Eddie muttered, his gaze not meeting yours, looking at Lucy instead. "They have a bunch of light displays now. Decked out the whole trailer. She really liked it."

"That sounds like fun." You smoothed a hand over her head. "Why don't you go see what Jude's watching? Let me talk to Daddy for a minute. Ok?" You tracked her as she bounded towards the living room, plopping next to Jude on the couch.

An uncomfortable silence filled the space between you and Eddie before you even turned around.

"So, um," You swallowed, rocking back and forth on your slippered toes. "Sounds like they had a good time." You lifted your head, looking up at Eddie.

"Yeah, they had fun." Eddie shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, eyes flickering from you to the frilly garland over the door. That same dreaded pause came back, filling the space between you.

"I'll head out," Eddie broke the silence, your heart lurching at his words. "I'll, uh, be back tomorrow morning, if that's cool? Stop by and-"

"-Wait," Your tone was fiercer than you meant it to be, Eddie's eyes told you that. "I-I just-" You turned towards the kitchen, heart hammering with a steady thud in your ears.

"I, uh, I made hot toddies." You swallowed your hammering heart. "Why don't you- I mean, if you want one, yo-you could stay for a while. Put the kids to bed, ya know, if you don't have plans or whatever." You muttered, cringing at how juvenile you sounded. You sounded like you were back in high school, stammering the same way you had when Eddie first asked you out.

Eddie's lip curled in a small smile, running a hand over his face. "Sure." He shrugged, shedding off his worn leather jacket. "Thank you."

You shook your head gently, turning towards the kitchen, ears ringing with the dull beating of your heart, barely registering the squeals of laughter from Jude and Lucy in the other room. You ladled the steaming contents into a festive mug nearly robotically, brain numb with the same swirling thoughts that made you feel like you were underwater- washing away in the strong current of your own mind.

Your slippers felt like weights, dragging your body across the hardwood floor towards the living room, passing Eddie the steaming cup. His hand brushed yours, sending your system flooded with electric excitement.

As you settled back into the cushions, your body relaxed- just for a moment. The kids were squealing, babbling and giggling about their afternoon with Papa. Rudolph still playing lowly in the background. Eddie next to you, sipping out of his mug. For a moment, the lights strung on the tree felt brighter, warmer.

For a moment, it felt like home again.

That sickening realization had your stomach lurching, pulling you back into the cruel reality that none of this was permanent. Eddie, the lights, the happiness- it was all temporary. It would be gone tomorrow.

You wished it wouldn't.

Your mind at war with itself, filled with conflict and regret as you tried to mask it, giving fake grins and exaggerated coos that half heartedly passed for truthful.

"They're finally asleep." Eddie's voice had you jumping, the mug slipping through your hands into the sudsy water.

You turned, chin hooking over your shoulder to face him. "You were probably right. All that candy wasn't the best idea." Eddie gave a tight grin, his eyes sparkling dully, just enough to have your heart skipping. "They got even more at Wayne's too."

"I told you," You sighed softly, a playful hum in your tone. Still, it wasn't convincing enough, not for Eddie.

Eddie frowned behind you. "What's goin' on with you?" He didn't miss the way your spine went rigid.

"What?" You voice pitched, high like it was when you were lying- when you were hiding something. That hadn't changed since high school.

"Don't- c'mon." Eddie gave a soft huff, accompanied by an eye roll. "Just tell me what's goin' on."

"Nothing's goin' on-"

"-Don't lie to me." Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. "I've known you too long. You think you can lie to me and I won't know? Please."

Your lips tugged in a smile you tried to hide, turning back towards the dishes you were finishing up. Eddie moved beside you, hip leaning on the counter next to you.

"What's on your mind, baby?" His voice was so gentle- you hated that it was exactly what you needed, that he knew it was exactly what you needed.

You swallowed the ever growing lump in your throat, fighting the swell of tears that was already forming.

"Hey, c'mon, sweetheart," Eddie's hand pressed to your cheek, cupping it sweetly, his rings pressed to your skin. "Talk t'me, baby. What's goin' on?"

"Nothing." Your voice was as strained as the words you struggled to get out.

"Baby," Eddie eyed you playfully. "I know we're not together anymore, but I still know you and you can- what's wrong?" He froze, his hold going rigid at the first shake- a tremble of emotion that was a telltale sign you were about to break.

"Did I say something? I was just- hey, don't cry. Don't cry." Eddie cooed, gathering your face in his hands, pulling you towards him.

Your lip trembled, biting back a sob that tore its way through anyways, vision flooding with tears that built on your waterline.

"Is this- Is this about Trina? Because I didn't- Nothing happened, we just went out. Well, I mean, she kissed me, but I didn't- I really didn't-" Eddie's voice rose in panic, rambling, frantic at the watery sob you let out.

"Please, hey, please don't cry? I'm not- fuck, baby, I didn't- I thought it would be ok, be-because you'd been on a few dates, and I thought it would be a good thing."

"It is." You blubbered, sniffling wetly, wiping your eyes with the back of your rolled pajama tops.

"Then why are you crying?" Eddie frowned lightly, pads of his thumbs wiping over the apples of your wet cheeks catching your tears.

"I just..." Your eyes pinched shut, jaw clenching to keep in another sob. How could you tell him? You couldn't. You knew you couldn't, even though you wanted to so badly.

"Just what?" Eddie's voice dropped. "Tell me."

He could feel your trembling breath, his own heart squeezing with constricting fear before you spoke.

"I just... I miss this." Your voice cracked, eyes squeezing shut. You couldn't look at him, couldn't bring yourself to see his reaction.

"I-I didn't know how much I would miss just... just us all being together, and I really fuckin' miss it, and I think," Your breath hitched, heart stilling entirely with hesitant fear.

Eddie held his own breath, eyes wide, looking at you with a wild gaze like he knew what you were going to say.

"I think," You swallowed around your words, strangled in your throat. "I... I made a mistake."

Eddie's heart leapt so fiercely he thought it tore through his rib cage. His body eerily still, unable to move.

"I didn't know you going out with someone else w-would make me feel... this bad, and," Your eyes shone, the strung lights in the kitchen catching in your tears. "And I've really missed you."

"I've missed you too." Eddie's lungs constricted with those words, feeling breathless and light headed.

"I don't like spending the holidays without you." Your voice squeaked, teary and upset, face crumbling with the admission you'd been holding in for too long. "I don't- I don't like being without you, an-and I think I made a really bad mistake and I-I'm sorry, Eddie, I'm so-o sorry-"

Your teary face pressed to the soft material of his t-shirt, your cry muffled into his chest. Eddie held you close to him, as tight as he could, his own head spinning now.

He'd dreamt of this, longed for this moment since you'd fist served him the papers. The day had finally come, one he thought he'd only see in his head- you coming back to him, taking it back, taking him back.

Only it didn't feel as triumphant as it did in his head.

Not with you sobbing into his arms. Not with his head spinning so fiercely he thought he might still be dreaming.

"It's alright," Eddie soothed nearly robotically, staring ahead out the window towards the darkened street as he soothed your sobbing apologies. "We'll- We'll figure it out, baby. We'll be alright."

Every time you both felt like you found your footing, finally on stable ground, you were back here- falling with horror back into uncertainty.

Even as Eddie held you in the kitchen, or later when he slipped into bed with you, both of you whispering and sniffly under the sheets, it wasn't new but it wasn't the same as it was before.

You weren't sure if it would ever be the same as it was before, if you'd ever have what you had before. Even if you replicated the same traditions, hung the tinsel in the same place, retraced your footsteps exactly as you did the year before; it would never hold the same feeling as it once did.

[planetpedri]

Nervous — Jude Bellingham.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jude, who you couldn’t bear to be around, was suddenly making you very nervous.

Word count: 900+

Disclaimer/s: banter , dancing , alcohol, yeah idk

A/N: Hai ! Home from vacation and finally writing again bless up! Side note: if trump wins im going to have to take a hiatus while I figure out a plan to move to Barcelona.

The club was full of energy. People around you danced and sang along to whatever lyrics were playing, their drinks sloshing around in their cups, dangerously close to spilling. Yet you were huddled in a corner, out of your element completely.

You weren’t used to these types of things. Sure, you attended parties, but that was only when you had to. So standing under the flashing lights, a black dress clinging to your body uncomfortably… well, it just wasn’t very fun.

A presence beside you brought you out of the self pitying thoughts. Glancing up, you internally groan. Your eyes instantly rolling as you let out a huff of annoyance. “What do you want?”

Jude looks down at you, his lips pulling into that familiar smirk you hated so much. “You looked lonely.” He shrugs, his eyes flickering to your dress for a moment. “Nice dress.” He drawls.

It was a small compliment, but it had to not-so-subtly shifting on your feet as you used one hand to tug the hem of it further down your thigh. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

The taller man gasps, using both his hands to clasp over his heart to show his offense. “Hey! I was being serious! You look.. pretty.”

Your eyebrows pull together, causing a crease to form between them. You weren’t sure why, but that had sent a wave of heat to your cheeks. At that moment, you were quite grateful for the strobe lights as they concealed your predicament well.

“Oh, shut up.” You scoff, “why don’t you leave me alone and go dance with randoms or something?” Your snarky reply is only met with a laugh, which made you grow even more irritated.

“Aw, come on! I’ll go.. if you join me.” He nudges your shoulder with his, “please?”

Glancing up at him, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise when you’re met with a serious looking Jude. “Yeah, no. Hard pass. And not just because of you.”

Jude rolls his eyes at your stubbornness. “Down whatever you have in that cup, get some energy, and let’s dance!”

You weren’t exactly sure why you did what you did, but you tilted the cup to your lips and took two big gulps of the burning substance. Setting the glass down on the table you let out a long breath. “Whatever. No touching me.” You point at him with narrowed eyes.

Jude puts his hands up in feigned surrender. “No touching, got it.”

Leading the way, you make a path toward the black and white tiled floor. You had to push your way through, but with Jude close behind, you both made it to a tiny open space.

Turning to face him, you have to fight the roll of your eyes at his prideful smile. Ignoring him, you find a comfortable rhythm. Your eyes close as you sway to the music, only opening when the beat changes, your eyes connecting with Jude’s. He was watching you, the smile lines near his eyes prominent as he does so.

“Ew, don’t look at me like that.” You make a disgusted face, but that doesn’t deter the man.

He cocks his head to the side, a small laugh escaping his lips. “I’ve just never seen you dance before.”

“Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.” You scowl, “I don’t see you dancing.” You point out, but you’re only met with another teasing grin on his part.

“I don’t dance, not without a partner.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks once again. Your mouth opens and closes about four times before you give in. Taking the few strides toward him, he sucks his teeth, suppressing the smug look at threatened at his face.

“Don’t make me regret this.” You snap, turning around to face the DJ’s booth and away from Jude’s stupidly pretty face. You try not to stiffen when his hands rest on the curves of your hips, but by the soft chuckle you hear next to your ear, you know he noticed.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me.” Jude teases but a hint of sincerity laced his voice, his face far too close to yours as he does so, sending shivers crawling up your spine.

You refuse to look at him as you speak, “I am not.”

“Sure you aren’t.” He laughs, spinning you around. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you come face to face with him.

You find yourself at a loss for words, every rebuttal seemed to be caught in your throat. All you could get out was a strangled cough. Jude finds great pleasure in your loss for words, because a smirk adorned his face when you didn’t speak.

“Exactly.” He continues smugly, which you don’t even roll your eyes at for once. You just let out a heavy breath and look away, too at a loss for words to even function properly.

Jude doesn’t comment on this, just sways along with you to the music, his fingers pressing into your hips all the while, like you’d leave him at any given moment. But you don’t, you stay there until your feet physically couldn’t take it anymore.

And when you finally had enough, the man was decent enough to help you back to your seclusion corner for a rest. But even though you’d stayed there silently, he stood beside you with a small content smile on his face.

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[dolliethv]

Double Fantasy.

Summary: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes, I'm sorry!! Maybe Halloween isn't just about parties and going from house to house asking for trick or treat, right? I hope you enjoy this. Happy October xoxo!

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem reader!!

Word count: about 2,7k

Halloween had arrived on the streets of Madrid. You and Jude were leaving the party that his teammate, Trent Alexander-Arnold, had organized for the occasion. Holding hands, you walked toward the car, exchanging knowing glances and soft laughter that echoed in the night air.

You took the wheel because Jude didn’t know how to drive. Your determined and calm gaze was a sharp contrast to the weather that had erupted without warning. Raindrops fell as if the sky was venting after a long, exhausting night, making the road ahead almost invisible.

"I've to stop" you say softly but firmly, looking for a safe place to park. Jude, sitting in the passenger seat, watched you, his gaze never leaving you for a second.

He had noticed the tension all through the party: the accidental touches, the glances held a little too long, the slight tremble in your lips every time you teased him with a veiled provocation. Now, alone in the car, the storm outside only added a dramatic touch to what was coming.

The sound of rain battered the car, creating a perfect backdrop for the tension brewing inside the Mercedes. You parked on the side of the road, the rain forming a barrier between you and the outside world. The air inside the car grew denser, charged with something neither of you was ready to name yet. You decided to play The Weeknd's music on Spotify and turned on the colored LED lights of the Mercedes Benz.

Jude, dressed in his Spiderman costume that barely hid his imposing physique, looked at you with a mix of audacity and desire. His broad shoulders and strong arms seemed even more prominent under the tight suit, marking every muscle and line of his body. There was something about the way the fabric clung to his crotch, making his size impossible to hide. The contrast between Jude's tall, muscular body and your delicate figure in your Gogo Yubari costume only fueled the silent fire that was starting to burn.

"You know," he starts, his voice hoarse and low, "I have a fantasy... no, a double fantasy," he adds with a sly smile, letting the tension in his words hang in the air.

You look at him with those big, bright eyes, fully aware of what Jude is implying but pretending an innocence you know drives him crazy.

"Double fantasy?" you repeat, tilting your head slightly, your tone sweet and curious, as you shift your legs as if unaware of what's about to unfold.

Jude smiles, that egocentric grin of his when he knows he has control of the situation. Although, at that moment, he’s not so sure if he’s the one in charge.

"Yeah, babe," he says in a low, provocative voice. "I've thought a lot about doing it in a car..." He pauses, letting the words linger for a second. "And also while dressed up like this. Something I can't get out of my head."

You let out a soft, tempting giggle. Without changing your innocent expression, you slip off your shoes and stretch a leg, deliberately brushing against Jude's crotch with your foot covered in white stockings, as if you’re just getting comfortable.

"And what’s so special about that fantasy?" you ask with that mix of sweetness and innocence that you know drives him wild, as you fold one leg toward your chest. Your eyes shine with curiosity, but there’s a little spark behind them, suggesting that you’re enjoying the game as much as he is.

Jude swallows hard, feeling how his body instantly reacts to the touch of your foot. The tight fabric of the Spiderman costume leaves little room to hide his growing excitement, and he knows it.

"The special thing is...," he says in a deeper voice, "you always do it better than I imagine. You know exactly what to do to provoke me."

You raise an eyebrow, still looking at him with those eyes that pretend to know nothing.

"Provoke you?" you repeat playfully, moving your foot a little more, increasing the pressure on his crotch. "I don't know what you mean, Jude..." you continue with a sweet smile, which contrasts with the boldness of your actions.

Jude lets out a low, dark laugh, gritting his teeth, struggling to maintain control. His erection is becoming more and more evident, clearly outlined under the tight fabric of his costume, and he can't take his eyes off you. Especially when you lean forward, supposedly looking for something in the car's glove compartment.

"My phone is dead... I think I left a charger here," you murmur innocently, kneeling on the seat. The short skirt rides up dangerously, revealing your black underwear that barely covers what’s necessary.

Jude holds his breath. From his angle, he can clearly see the small black garment tracing the curve of your behind, and the throbbing in his crotch intensifies to the point of becoming unbearable. The fabric of his costume can no longer hide the obvious.

"Shit..." he mutters, his voice thick with desire, as his eyes lower to your backside, clearly seeing your vulva outlined through the tight underwear. Jude grits his teeth, feeling the blood rush faster to his crotch, and at any moment, he might explode.

You keep pretending to search for something in the glove compartment but turn your head towards him with that innocent expression that drives him crazy, letting your small hands, adorned with sharp acrylic nails, rest on his large, strong thighs. The touch is light but enough to ignite everything inside him.

"Provoke you?" you repeat playfully as you trace soft lines with your nails over his thighs. "I don't know what you're talking about..." you add in a sweet tone, though your gaze says otherwise.

Jude loses control; you think you're dominating him, but he grabs you by the nape, pulling you onto his lap. He immobilizes you with one hand and nearly rips your shirt off, exposing your skin. His eyes lock onto your pink, excited nipples.

"The skirt stays," he commands with authority.

Your hips move impulsively, grinding against him, making both of you moan with desire. Jude lets out a deep, clear groan as he grabs your hair and whispers against your ear:

"Is this what you wanted? To know how hard you make me, hmm?"

You, in an attempt to get up obviously don't manage it because of the force that Jude puts on your body, you only manage to put your knees between Jude's legs raising yourself slightly upwards making your tits be at the height of the dark skinned boy's face.

"Oh princess you really don't want to do that" Jude said hitting your ass hard, pulling down your wet underwear and finally bringing his big fingers to your wet pussy, caressing it and playing with your sanity, and when you were about to claim Jude put two fingers in making you moan in such a sweet way... Jude, while sucking your tits, began to fuck you with two of his fingers increasing the speed little by little, making you hear how his big hand hit your ass.

From time to time he would completely take his fingers out of you and with the tips of his fingers he would move in circles, pressing your folds and finding your clitoris until your legs begin to tremble and then he would put them back in. He pauses briefly just to look at your face, but his fingers don't stop. It's something so sexy that Jude swore his cock might explode.

You let out a gasp and arch your body under his touch. You open your mouth and let out a gasp as his fingers once again begin to abuse your spot, you begin to cry out from the overstimulation as his mouth finds yours again, swallowing every sound you make at his touch.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so small between my fingers,” he whispers huskily against your lips, pulling his fingers out of you, repeatedly hitting your cunt that was on the verge of climax. You whimper and sit on your knees awkwardly trying to compose yourself from everything that just happened. When you look up again you find that Jude has pulled his suit down to his hips revealing his bare chest and fat cock, he takes you by the arms and sits you back down on his lap.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna regret being such a bitch to me, you're gonna regret provoking me so badly and I'm not gonna stop until you're filled with my cum and you're left voiceless"

Jude just hummed, instead of bringing their lips together, he opened your mouth with his hand holding your jaw so he could spit, making it drip slowly and spill inside your lips.

It was as dirty and degrading as it looked, but it was enough to push you over the edge.

Your hips bucked a few times as his big throbbing cock brushed against your aroused pussy.

“Always so messy,” Jude said, “always soaking everything.”

“Please! Fuck! Stop!” you cried out desperately, your voice trembling.

You tried to push him away, your body now too sensitive to handle the situation, but it was futile; all your strength had been spent, leaving you completely at Bellingham’s mercy.

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? Now you will do this as many times as I see fit."

In one swift motion, he flipped you over, laying you down on the reclined seat, one hand on your waist and the other around his own member. Jude lined himself up with your entrance, beginning to playfully rub his tip against your clit.

You almost scuttled away from him, barely crawling back, silent pleas escaping your lips.

"Jude, no, I don't—" you breathed out, turning your head to look at the dark-skinned boy with a distressed expression. "I can't."

Jude had to try his best to suppress a smile.

"Tired?" he asked, attempting to sound warm and comforting. "Or sensitive?"

You nodded slowly, hesitantly, your lips pouting slightly, confirming both options.

"Such a selfish baby." Almost laughing, Jude hummed, caressing your waist in a calm manner. “Just thinking about your own pleasure.”

You stopped moving when you realized that the more you did, the tighter Jude’s grip became.

“You’re going to shut up,” he said through gritted teeth as he thrust in a little. “And you’re going to take what I’m giving you.”

You sighed immediately, your body tensing, but relaxing as soon as Jude moved closer to you, slowly, careful not to hurt you.

Meanwhile, he wanted nothing more than to pound into you again and again. Your warmth was addictively enticing.

It wasn’t until he filled you completely that your gasps turned into moans, making Jude wonder how long it would take to turn your “No” into “Yes.”

Waiting for you to adjust and get comfortable around him felt like his greatest agony. His blood was hot, his skin was sweating, and his jaw ached from the force he exerted in squeezing you.

His breathing was deep and ragged, the excitement finally cutting his patience in half. The heat and wetness around him was so pleasantly stifling that it made him dizzy with lust.

The second he started to pull back, you moaned wantonly, a string of “Please’s” spilling out of your mouth.

The dark-skinned boy pushed even harder, moving his hips back and forth experimentally and confirming with each movement that you weren’t hurt, just overstimulated. He had never experienced it himself, but it made sense that after jerking you off, he would stop you from cumming.

Right after he gave his first real thrust— not too fast, but deeper than before, letting out a third of his cock before pushing back in again. You gripped Jude’s back with all your might, clawing at him and hurting his back a little in the process.

"Fuck! That's too much!" you gasped.

That only encouraged Jude to move his hips harder. Once, twice, three times, deep moans and whimpers escaping your lips.

"Then learn not to tease me," he growled. He kept thrusting in and out, creating a steady rhythm that brought him one step closer to his release. This was too much for you because the fucking Jude Bellingham knew how to fuck. He knew how to hit that spot, and that's exactly what he was doing right now. Hitting your spot for so long made you more sensitive than usual.

"There, baby? That's where you like it?" he asked, increasing the speed wildly. He brought a hand to your belly as he leaned down to your ear, whispering through clenched teeth, "You feel it, babe? You feel my cock mauling you inside, huh?"

Finally, with a smile on his face, Jude tightened his grip around the back of your throat and stood up straight, using you for support to keep you steady while he rammed into you. Without hesitation, he matched his strength and skill.

“Jude… baby,” moans escaped your lips, and it didn’t take long for Jude to add some of his own as the spasms he felt around his cock were too good to control. “Jude! Ah— mmm!”

“You gonna come all over the car seat, huh?” he growled, finally leaning back to envelop you fully in his arms, muffling his own sounds of pleasure so he could better enjoy yours.

“Come on then. Put on a show for me, babe.”

And as if his wish was a command, he felt spasms against his chest, finally experiencing the sensation through his cock as you squirted, wetting everything in its path. Shit.

Jude didn’t stop, not for a second.

“That’s it, fuck!”

With a bite to your shoulder and a shiver in his hips, Jude released all of his cum inside you, taking it upon himself to empty his entire load into you.

As soon as Jude was done, he shamelessly collapsed on top of you.

Fucking hell.

That was…

You were too tired to think of the right words to describe what it was like.

But in a positive way.

Definitely in a positive way.

You were exhausted.

Really, at the end of it all, you got your candy for Halloween.

[dontexpectmuch]

Touches and different meanings of those with Jude Victor William Bellingham

perhaps it’s the warmth of the flat, or maybe it’s just the current time of the day, however jude couldn’t help himself but feel tired and clingy. he hasn’t seen you in so long - about two hours - and he just needs to feel your body against his. that’s why he touches your wrist, closing his hand around it as he brings it near his lips. feather like kisses dance on your skin as you finish your last business call, putting the phone away afterwards to give your lover all the attention that he needed.

“i’ll eat you alive, you won’t stand a chance.” jude smirked, eyes focused on the game in front of him. it took him quite some time to convince you to play with him, and though he finally did it, he wasn’t going easy on you. “wow, so much love and adoration in one place. your spoiling me.” you reply, not really focusing on the game but rather on him. judes hand moves to the back of your head, playing with your hair lightly as he plans his next move to the smallest detail.

“you’re getting better!” your praise fills judes chest with pride, his hands holding the steering wheel more loosely than before. “yeah, good enough to do this?” he places his hand on your thigh, far up than appropriate in public. that didn’t matter, though. it’s just the two of you in an empty parking space. you could do even much more if you wanted, but “you’re not there, yet, love.” you wink, placing his hand back onto the wheel, your own hand now on his thigh.

jude was holding your pinky finger with his, a subtle way to support you during your online meeting today. he knew how nervous you were, stressing the importance of this meeting over and over again, something about getting the promotion you wanted. and even if your face was turned forward, he could feel the gratitude radiating from your eyes. your pinky finger was a bit cold, but it didn’t stop him from enclosing it with his own, reminding you that you two were in this together.

“you look so good, babe.” his voice appeared from behind you, you feel his arms circle around your waist, head now resting on your shoulder. “thanks, i guess?” jude never made you feel less sexy, no matter how you looked. wearing sweatpants and a really loose shirt? hair messy and face puffy? he doesn’t care, he will carry to bed and make it even messier. you feel judes hand move up your body, his right hand now on the side of your throat as he steps next to you to watch you do your work on the counter. “wanna continue later? the bed’s cold.” he begins, voice low and hushed. he stubs your face with his nose, the hand on your throat squeezing it slightly. you could also feel his thumb move in circles. “this isn’t that important anyway.” was all you said, face burning as you see jude smirking down at you.

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DANZA KUDUROOOOOOOOO

[pdriesta]

CHAPTER SIX

“i want something that i know is real”

genres — fluff, slow burn, workplace romance (she’s a pt)

warnings — sexual themes (minors dni)

word count — 9k

summary — y/n, a rising physiotherapist, has just been promoted to work with real madrid's men's team. after a difficult breakup, she's determined to keep things professional. but when jude bellingham, the club's charming new star, sets his sights on her, maintaining boundaries becomes harder than ever. can she resist the pull, or will she risk everything for a love she swore she’d never fall for again?

an — WE FINALLY CAUGHT UP! WE ARE BACK BABY!

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the afternoon was unusually quiet in the physio station, the usual hum of activity replaced by the soft buzz of conversation between y/n and eduardo camavinga, who was stretched out on one of the treatment tables. aurélien tchouaméni and brahim díaz were also there, leaning against the counter as they talked about everything from the upcoming match to their plans for the weekend.

y/n was focused on camavinga’s leg, her hands working to massage out a knot in his calf, when aurélien suddenly grinned and nudged brahim, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "so, y/n," aurélien started, his tone teasing, "where's your boyfriend today?"

the question caught y/n completely off guard. she felt her heart leap into her throat, her hands freezing mid-motion as she processed the words. boyfriend? she blinked rapidly, trying to piece together a response. she and jude hadn’t really discussed labels, and they definitely hadn’t told anyone about their… situation.

"i—uh…" she stammered, her face heating up as she struggled to find something to say. her brain seemed to have short-circuited. she could feel all three pairs of eyes on her, waiting for her response, and the weight of their attention only made her more flustered.

seeing her struggle, brahim chuckled softly and shook his head. "relax, y/n. we're just messing with you," he said, though the curious glint in his eyes made her wonder if they knew more than they were letting on.

y/n let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush off the comment as she resumed her work on camavinga’s leg. "right," she murmured, though her mind was still reeling from the question. did they know? had they noticed something between her and jude? the thought made her heart race even faster.

before she could dwell on it any further, the door to the physio station swung open, and jude walked in, a warm smile on his face. "hey, baby—" he started, his voice soft and affectionate before he caught himself, his eyes widening in panic as he realized who else was in the room. "uh, y/n," he corrected quickly, his tone awkward as he tried to cover up the slip.

y/n’s eyes went wide as saucers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. she shot jude a panicked look, feeling her heart pounding as the tension in the room skyrocketed. jude’s sudden shift in demeanor only made things worse, and she could see the wheels turning in aurélien, eduardo, and brahim's minds as they exchanged knowing looks.

"something happen between you two?" aurélien asked, his voice innocent enough, but there was no hiding the amusement in his eyes as he looked between them.

"nope, nothing at all," y/n blurted out quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched as she tried to keep her composure. beside her, jude seemed perfectly calm, a small smile playing on his lips as he casually leaned against the doorframe.

"yeah, nothing," jude echoed, his voice smooth and unbothered, but the glint in his eyes told y/n he was enjoying this way too much. he didn’t even bother looking away from her, his gaze steady and reassuring, like he was silently telling her to just play along.

the room fell into an awkward silence, the air thick with unspoken questions and mounting tension. y/n could feel her heart racing, her mind scrambling for a way to diffuse the situation, but nothing came to her. it was as if all the words she needed had vanished into thin air, leaving her completely helpless.

finally, jude seemed to take pity on her. with a soft sigh, he took a step closer, his hand brushing against her back in a way that was almost imperceptible but sent a jolt of electricity through her body. "you sure everything's okay?" he asked, his voice quieter, more concerned now, but still with that infuriatingly calm demeanor.

the small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates, and y/n could practically see the lightbulbs going off in their heads. aurélien raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips. "you two seem awfully close," he teased, his tone light but his eyes sharp.

"we're just… friends," y/n said quickly, her voice shaky as she tried to maintain the facade. but even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. there was nothing "just friends" about the way she and jude had been acting around each other, and she was pretty sure his teammates could see right through her.

jude, for his part, didn’t seem bothered at all. if anything, he looked amused by the whole situation, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a barely-contained smile. he moved even closer, his body pressing gently against hers as he leaned in, his voice low and reassuring. "it’s fine, y/n," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. "they’re just messing with you."

y/n felt her face flush even hotter, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure everyone in the room could hear it. but jude’s calm, steady presence was grounding, and she found herself leaning into him, just a little, grateful for his support.

"you guys are really bad at this," camavinga finally said, breaking the silence with a smirk. "like, seriously bad."

"i don’t know what you’re talking about," jude replied smoothly, his hand still resting on y/n’s back as he met camavinga’s gaze without flinching. "we’re just here for treatment."

"right," aurélien said, clearly unconvinced. "because you’ve definitely been acting normal all week. especially at the club last weekend, right, jude?"

y/n nearly choked at that, the memory of jude’s possessive behavior flashing through her mind. she could still feel the heat of his hand on her waist, the way he had kept her close the entire night, not letting anyone else get too close.

"we’re just… friends," she repeated weakly, but even she didn’t believe it at this point.

"sure," brahim said, his tone dripping with amusement as he exchanged a look with aurélien and camavinga. "but hey, it’s none of our business, right guys?"

aurélien and camavinga both nodded, though the amused grins on their faces suggested they weren’t going to drop this anytime soon. jude finally managed to take a step back, though he stayed close enough that their arms still brushed against each other.

"right," jude echoed, his voice softer now, his eyes still locked on y/n’s. "none of their business."

but as they all continued to talk, the conversation shifting to lighter topics, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that their secret was hanging by a thread. every time she glanced at jude, she could see the same thought reflected in his eyes: they were playing a dangerous game, and it was only a matter of time before someone else figured out the truth.

and yet, despite the risk, despite the almost certain knowledge that they were going to get caught, y/n couldn’t bring herself to regret it. because every time jude moved closer, every time his hand brushed against hers, every time his eyes met hers with that look of longing and desire, she knew that whatever they had between them was worth it. and she wasn’t ready to let it go, not yet.

as the conversation flowed around them, jude finally leaned in, his voice low and meant only for her. “i can’t stay away from you,” he admitted, the words a quiet confession that sent a shiver down her spine.

“you don’t have to,” y/n whispered back, her heart swelling with the truth of her words. it didn’t matter if they were almost caught a dozen more times; being with jude, even in secret, was worth every risk.

the evening air was cool as y/n walked beside jude, the city lights casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets. madrid was alive with its usual energy, but tonight, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them. jude had insisted on taking her out, saying he had a special surprise planned. despite her curiosity, y/n had learned to trust him, knowing that whatever he had in mind would be nothing short of thoughtful and meaningful.

they strolled hand in hand, their fingers interlaced, as they made their way towards a small, hidden garden that y/n had never noticed before. the entrance was covered in ivy, the leaves twinkling with tiny fairy lights that seemed to dance in the gentle breeze. jude paused before the entrance, turning to her with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t quite place.

“close your eyes,” he whispered, his voice tender and full of excitement.

y/n hesitated for a moment, but the warmth in jude’s gaze melted any doubts she had. she closed her eyes, feeling his hand squeeze hers gently before he led her forward, guiding her into the garden. the sound of rustling leaves and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air, heightening her senses as she wondered what he had planned.

“okay,” jude murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “open them.”

when y/n opened her eyes, she was met with a sight that took her breath away. the garden was bathed in soft, golden light from dozens of lanterns hanging from the trees, casting a warm glow over everything. a small table was set up in the center, adorned with delicate flowers and a candle flickering gently in the middle. around them, the trees seemed to form a protective cocoon, making it feel like they were the only two people in the world.

“jude…” y/n breathed, her voice barely a whisper as she took in the scene before her. “this is… incredible.”

jude smiled, his expression tender as he watched her reaction. “i wanted to do something special for you,” he said softly, leading her to the table. “you deserve it.”

they sat down, the conversation flowing easily between them as they shared a meal. jude had thought of everything—her favorite dishes, her favorite flowers, even her favorite music playing softly in the background. it was as if he had taken all the little details she had ever mentioned and woven them together into this perfect, magical evening.

as the night wore on, they finished their meal and moved to a cozy bench nestled under a large oak tree. jude wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they gazed up at the stars twinkling above them. the world felt still, peaceful, as if time had slowed down just for them.

“y/n,” jude began, his voice unusually serious, drawing her attention back to him. his eyes were soft, filled with a vulnerability she rarely saw from him. “there’s something i’ve been wanting to tell you… something i’ve been feeling for a long time.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for him to continue. the intensity in his gaze, the way he was looking at her like she was the most important person in the world, made her chest tighten with anticipation.

jude took a deep breath, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. “from the moment i laid eyes on you,” he began, his voice low and full of emotion, “i knew there was something special about you. i couldn’t explain it then… but there was this pull, this feeling that i had to know you, had to be close to you.”

y/n felt her heart swell, her eyes searching his as she listened to his words. she could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way his feelings seemed to pour out of him like a dam breaking after being held back for too long.

“at first,” jude continued, his thumb still tracing soft circles on her cheek, “i thought it was just a crush… but the more i got to know you, the more i realized it was so much more than that. you’re unlike anyone i’ve ever met, y/n. you’re kind, strong, and so incredibly resilient. you make me want to be better… you make me want to be someone worthy of your love.”

y/n’s breath hitched at his words, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the depth of his feelings. jude’s hand slid down to her neck, his touch gentle as if she were something delicate and precious. “i know you’ve been hurt before,” he said softly, his voice laced with a tender understanding that made her heart ache. “and i know you’ve built walls to protect yourself… but i want you to know that i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere. i want to be your second chance at love, y/n. i want to prove to you that not all love has to end in pain.”

he paused, his eyes searching hers, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt through that gaze alone. “i don’t just want to be someone you care about, y/n,” he continued, his voice trembling with the intensity of his emotions. “i want to be the person who helps you heal, who shows you that love can be safe, and beautiful, and something you don’t have to be afraid of.”

y/n felt a tear slip down her cheek, her heart overflowing with emotions she didn’t even know how to put into words. jude gently wiped the tear away with his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. “every day i’m with you, you make me a better person,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching. “you make me want to be the best version of myself, for you, for us. i’ve never felt this way about anyone before… and i don’t want to lose you.”

there was a moment of silence, the world around them seeming to hold its breath as they sat there, wrapped up in each other. jude’s hand slipped down to hers, his fingers interlocking with hers as he held her gaze, his eyes full of so much love and hope that it took her breath away.

“so, y/n,” jude finally whispered, his voice trembling slightly, but full of sincerity and love. “will you be mine? will you let me love you the way you deserve to be loved? will you let me show you that i can be the one who makes you happy… every single day?”

y/n’s heart felt like it was going to burst from the sheer intensity of her emotions. everything jude had said, every word, resonated so deeply with her that she could hardly breathe. for so long, she had been afraid to open herself up again, afraid of being hurt, of letting someone in. but with jude, it was different. he was different.

from the moment they met, he had been there for her, understanding her in ways she didn’t think anyone could. he saw her—truly saw her—and he made her feel safe, cherished, and loved in a way that she had never experienced before. he had taken down her walls, brick by brick, with his kindness, his patience, and his unwavering support. and now, as he sat there, his heart laid bare before her, she realized that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

with tears streaming down her face, y/n nodded, her voice too choked with emotion to speak. she squeezed jude’s hand tightly, her other hand coming up to cup his cheek as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with all the emotions she couldn’t put into words, all the love she felt for him, all the hope for their future together.

when they finally pulled apart, jude was smiling, his eyes shining with tears of his own. he rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips as he whispered, “thank you, y/n. thank you for trusting me with your heart… i promise i’ll take care of it.”

y/n smiled through her tears, her heart so full of love that she thought it might burst. “i know you will, jude,” she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. “i know you will.”

but there was something else she needed to say, something she had been thinking about all night, even before he had asked her. she took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to gather the courage to speak.

“i… i was actually going to ask you the same thing,” y/n confessed, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she looked into his eyes. “i’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now, but you beat me to it… as you always do.” she laughed softly, the sound tinged with affection. “you’re always doing these incredible things for me, always showing me how much you care. and i wanted to do something for you too… to show you that i want you in every way, jude. that i’m ready to take this step with you.”

jude’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible, his expression filled with so much love that it made her heart ache. he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he held her tight, like he never wanted to let her go.

“y/n,” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “you don’t have to prove anything to me. just being with you, just knowing that you want this too… that’s more than enough for me.”

y/n buried her face in his chest, her heart swelling with love for the man who had come into her life and changed it in ways she never thought possible. she knew, without a doubt, that this was where she was meant to be—with jude, in his arms, ready to face whatever the future held for them, together.

as the evening settled in, y/n and jude made their way back to his apartment, the day's adventures leaving them both feeling blissfully content. they had spent hours exploring, laughing, and sharing moments that deepened their connection. now, as they entered his cozy apartment, the air was filled with a comfortable intimacy that made it feel like their own little haven.

jude had prepared a simple but delicious dinner—his way of continuing the celebration of their new relationship. they ate together, their conversation light and full of affection. the evening seemed to fly by as they talked about their favorite memories, shared dreams for the future, and made each other laugh until their sides ached.

after dinner, y/n excused herself to use the bathroom, but what she had really planned was a playful surprise for jude. she slipped into his bedroom and, with a mischievous smile, grabbed one of his jerseys from the closet. it was oversized on her, and she decided to wear it with nothing underneath, the soft fabric draping over her body in a way that felt both comfortable and teasing.

when she emerged from the bathroom, she found jude lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone. the sight of her in his jersey made his eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open in surprise. the jersey hung off her shoulders, hinting at her bare skin beneath, and the way she moved with a playful confidence made his heart race.

jude’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of her. “baby—” he muttered, his voice a mix of shock and awe. “you’re killing me here.”

y/n smirked, teasingly, as she strutted over to him. “thought i’d give you something to think about.”

before she could react, jude was on his feet, a wicked grin spreading across his face. with a swift motion, he picked her up effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed. y/n landed with a surprised squeal, her laughter bubbling up as jude followed her, his eyes alight with playful intensity.

“you think you’re funny, huh?” jude said, his voice low and seductive as he leaned over her. “you’re really pushing your luck.”

“maybe i like pushing my luck,” y/n replied, her voice teasing as she looked up at him, her heart racing with excitement.

jude’s eyes locked onto hers, his smile wide and mischievous. “well, in that case, you better be ready for whatever comes next.”

with a playful growl, jude lowered himself to her, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss that promised more than just teasing. the room was filled with their laughter, their whispered promises, and the sweet intimacy of their shared moments. for y/n and jude, the night was a celebration of their love, their commitment, and the joy of being completely and utterly together.”

jude’s eyes widened when he saw her, his breath catching in his throat. “y/n, are you trying to kill me?” he said, his voice a low murmur full of awe and amusement.

y/n gave him a playful look, her eyes sparkling. “maybe I’m just making sure you know how much I care,” she said, her tone teasing but soft.

jude's gaze wandered over her with a mix of disbelief and adoration. “you’re something else,” he murmured, shaking his head with a smile. “seriously, how did I get so lucky?”

“you tell me,” y/n replied, leaning closer. “i’m the one who’s been swept off my feet.”

jude’s smile grew as he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “well, if this is how you’re going to tease me, I’d say I’m in for one hell of a night.”

jude followed her onto the bed, his eyes sparkling with playful intent. he hovered over her, his hands finding her waist as he leaned in close. “you know,” he said, his voice a soft murmur, “i’ve been thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

y/n looked up at him with a smile, her fingers trailing along his arm. “and I’ve been thinking about how perfect this night has been,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “but I think you’re the one who makes it perfect.”

jude’s expression softened, his eyes filled with a deep, loving gaze. “you’ve made me so happy,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this—us—for so long. and now that we’re here… I just want to show you how much you mean to me.”

he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss that left them both breathless. the warmth of his body against hers, the way he held her so close, made her heart flutter with happiness.

when they finally pulled apart, jude’s hands continued to explore her waist, his touch gentle and affectionate. “you’re incredible,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “and I want to be the one who makes you feel as amazing as you make me feel.”

y/n looked up at him with a loving smile, her eyes shining with adoration. “I feel the same way about you, jude,” she said softly. "being with you feels like coming home.”

jude’s heart swelled at her words, and he couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss, his hands caressing her face as he deepened the connection between them. the room was filled with the soft sounds of their love, the intimacy and affection they shared creating a space that felt safe and perfect.

as they lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. all that mattered was the love they had found, the connection they shared, and the promise of many more nights like this—filled with love, laughter, and the joy of being together.

in that moment, as jude held her close and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, y/n knew that she had found something truly special. and with jude by her side, she was ready to embrace whatever the future had in store for them—together.

after another long day at the physio room, y/n and jude were cocooned in the soft, intimate setting of her apartment. the living room was dimly lit, the gentle glow of the lamps casting a golden hue that bathed the room in warmth. y/n had prepared a cozy night in, and with a playful smile, she decided to add a bit of pampering to their evening.

“come here,” she said softly, holding up a face mask. “let me take care of you for a bit.”

jude chuckled and sank into the plush couch, his eyes following her as she moved with a graceful ease. y/n positioned herself between his legs, her bare thighs brushing against his shorts. the warmth of her skin and the closeness made jude’s breath hitch slightly.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” jude asked, his voice a low murmur, as she gently spread the mask across his face.

“of course,” y/n said, her fingers lightly gliding over his skin, smoothing out the mask with careful precision. “i love taking care of you. just stay still or you’ll mess it up.”

jude’s gaze softened as he watched her, his hands instinctively resting on her thighs. his touch was gentle, but the way his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns made it hard for y/n to focus on her task.

“it’s hard to stay still when you’re on my lap like this, baby” jude teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. his touch was warm and electric, sending tingles up y/n’s spine.

“you’re impossible,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the heat rising to her cheeks. “stay still, or i'll move.”

jude’s laughter was low and warm, a sound that seemed to fill the space between them. “okay, okay. i’ll behave. but you know, it’s hard to keep my mind off you when you’re so close.”

“is that so?” y/n asked, her voice teasing as she continued to apply the mask. “maybe i’ll have to come up with more ways to keep you distracted.”

jude’s eyes sparkled with affection. “i think i’d like that. you’re full of surprises, and every one of them makes me fall for you even more.”

y/n felt a rush of warmth at his words, her heart swelling with happiness. she finished applying the mask and sat back, looking at him with a mix of tenderness and mischief. “you know, jude, there’s something i’ve been thinking about.”

jude raised an eyebrow, his expression turning curious. “oh? what’s on your mind?”

“it’s about us,” y/n began, her tone becoming more serious. “i’ve been considering telling work that we’re together.”

jude’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and hope flickering in his gaze. “you want to tell them? i thought… well, you have more at stake than i do.”

“i don’t want to hide anymore,” y/n said, her voice steady with resolve. “you mean so much to me. i’ve spent so much of my life trying to fit into other people’s expectations, but with you, i feel like i can just be myself. i don’t want to keep us a secret.”

jude’s gaze softened, a warmth spreading across his face. “are you sure? it’s not like we’ve been perfect at keeping things under wraps anyway,” he said, his voice tinged with playfulness. “remember how we’ve snuck around the physio rooms or stolen kisses in the hallways?”

y/n laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection. “oh, i remember,” she said, her voice filled with fondness. “those moments were fun, but they weren’t enough. i want to be open about what we have. i want us to be seen together without any pretense.”

jude’s eyes shone with admiration. “i get it. i want that too. i want everyone to know how much you mean to me. i want to show you off, because you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met.”

“then let’s do it,” y/n said, leaning in closer, her heart racing with a blend of excitement and nervousness. “no more hiding. let’s be honest about us.”

jude reached up, his fingers gently brushing her cheek with a tenderness that made y/n’s breath catch. “i’m with you, y/n. whatever it takes, we’ll face it together. i want everyone to see how incredible you are and how much we mean to each other.”

y/n leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her heart swelling with the truth of her words. “good,” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “because i’m not letting go of you. not now, not ever.”

jude pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her with a sense of completeness and protection. “neither am i,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of promise. “we’re in this together, all the way.”

y/n’s footsteps echoed softly as she walked down the hallway to gerard’s office, the usual hum of the club’s activity now a distant murmur. her heart raced with each step, a nervous flutter that she couldn’t quite shake. she took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders before knocking gently on the door.

“come in,” gerard’s voice called out, warm and inviting.

she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her hands clenching and unclenching around the strap of her bag. gerard looked up from his desk, where papers and a few football magazines were scattered, and his eyes widened in curiosity.

“hey, gerard,” y/n began, her voice trembling slightly. “i hope i’m not interrupting. i wanted to talk to you about something important.”

gerard’s brow furrowed in concern. “not at all, y/n. what’s on your mind?”

she took a hesitant step forward, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggled to find the right words. “well, it’s about me and… um, jude. we’re… seeing each other, and i wanted to let you know. i didn’t want it to come as a surprise or cause any problems.”

gerard’s eyes sparkled with understanding, and he leaned back in his chair with an easy grin. “oh, is that all? y/n, you’re worried about nothing. i actually had a feeling about this for a while.”

y/n’s head snapped up in surprise. “you knew?”

“oh, yes,” gerard said, chuckling softly. “it’s pretty obvious to anyone who’s paying attention. the way he looks at you, how he talks about you—it’s clear he’s completely smitten.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed with a mix of relief and embarrassment. “i didn’t want it to affect my work. i love working here, and i didn’t want any issues.”

“y/n,” gerard said, his tone gentle and reassuring, “you’ve dedicated so much to this club. if this relationship makes you happy, then that’s all that matters. you deserve to enjoy your life and your happiness. if jude is part of that, then good for both of you.”

y/n shifted uncomfortably, her hands wringing together nervously. “i just wasn’t sure how to handle it. i mean, we’re still figuring things out, and i didn’t want it to be… complicated.”

gerard’s smile widened as he stood up from his desk, walking around to stand beside her. “it’s okay to be uncertain. relationships are complex, and it takes time to figure out what you both want. but what’s clear to me is that you care deeply for each other. and sometimes, it’s better to embrace that and not let it be overshadowed by fears.”

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, and she looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and hope. “i didn’t expect this to happen. but… being with jude has made me really happy.”

“that’s wonderful to hear,” gerard said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve always worked hard and given so much to this team. It’s only fair that you get to enjoy your personal life too. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel special.”

y/n bit her lip, a shy smile spreading across her face. “thank you, gerard. it means a lot to me. i didn’t want to hide it anymore. i want to be open about it, about us.”

gerard’s gaze softened as he studied her. “you know, sometimes, it’s easy to hide behind work, to avoid dealing with personal matters. but seeing the way you are now, it’s clear to me that jude means a lot to you. and you’re braver than you think for wanting to be open about it.”

y/n’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “i didn’t know if i was ready for all of this. but i can’t ignore what i feel for him. he makes me so happy, and i want to be honest about that.”

gerard’s smile grew, and he gave her a supportive nod. “It’s clear you have strong feelings for him. and even if you’re still figuring things out, that’s part of the journey. just know that you have my support, and if you ever need anything, I’m here.”

as y/n left gerard’s office, she felt a profound sense of relief and liberation. the weight of her fears and uncertainties had been lifted, replaced by a newfound confidence. she couldn’t wait to share this sense of freedom with jude and embrace the next chapter of their relationship.

jude’s hand gripped y/n’s with a mix of excitement and mischief as he led her out of the physio room, his stride confident and eager. his smile was a beacon of pure joy, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nervous anticipation growing in her chest.

“jude, where are we going?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light despite the unease building inside her. the way his hand fit so perfectly around hers, warm and reassuring, made her pulse race in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready to acknowledge.

“you’ll see,” he replied, his voice low and teasing, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

y/n gave him a mock glare, crossing her arms as she followed him down the hallway. “jude, we just had our fun earlier. don’t tell me you’re already planning round two? honestly, you’re unbelievable.”

jude looked back at her, feigning a look of hurt. “unbelievable? i’m just trying to make sure my girl is happy. you never complain when i’m taking care of you and making you feel good.”

she rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “yeah, yeah, but can’t you ever get enough?”

he grinned, slowing his pace to walk beside her. “with you? never.” his voice dropped to a playful murmur, “and let’s be real, you’re not exactly complaining when i’m the one pleasing you.”

y/n playfully bumped his shoulder. “okay, you’ve got a point. but still, you’re insatiable, bellingham.”

“only because you’re worth it,” jude teased back, his eyes gleaming with affection. “and admit it, you love every second of it.”

y/n tried to keep up the act, but the warmth in jude’s eyes made it impossible to stay annoyed. “maybe i do,” she admitted, letting a small smile slip. “but that doesn’t mean you get to be take me out of work all the time to seduce me.”

jude chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “just trust me on this one. it’s not what you think. you’re gonna love the surprise.” he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “and if you don’t, i’ll make it up to you later.”

“trust me, it’s worth it,” jude said, his grin widening as he squeezed her hand. “and besides, i promise it’s not what you’re thinking.” he shot her a wink that made her heart skip a beat, leaving her wondering what exactly he had in store.

as they made their way through the facility, y/n couldn’t ignore the way jude’s excitement seemed to bubble over. his energy was infectious, and despite her nerves, she found herself smiling, caught up in his enthusiasm. every so often, he’d glance back at her, his eyes twinkling with an affection that warmed her from the inside out.

finally, they reached the parking lot, and y/n’s heart leapt into her throat when she saw the group waiting for them. jude’s family—his mom, denise, his dad, mark, and his brother, jobe, who towered over the others but shared jude’s striking features—stood there, their faces lit up with welcoming smiles.

“here we are,” jude said softly, his hand still intertwined with hers as he led her toward them, the warmth of his touch steadying her nerves.

y/n felt a pang of shyness as she approached, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that she was still wearing the club’s training kit—a simple shirt and shorts—which now felt completely inadequate in the presence of jude’s family. she glanced nervously at jude, searching his face for any sign that he’d noticed her discomfort.

“I am back,” jude said, his voice full of warmth as he introduced her. “this is y/n. my girlfriend.”

her heart nearly stopped at the word, and she glanced up at jude, her eyes wide with surprise. he’d never called her that before—at least, not out loud. but hearing him say it now, with such ease and confidence, made something in her chest tighten.

denise’s eyes sparkled with genuine warmth as she stepped forward, pulling y/n into a hug. “hi, y/n. i’m denise. it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

y/n managed a shy smile, feeling a little overwhelmed by the woman’s kindness. “hi, mrs. bellingham, it’s nice to meet you too.”

jobe, with a grin that was all too familiar, gave her a playful nudge. “so, you’re the one jude’s been talking about. he’s been going on about you none stop, hasn’t he?”

y/n felt her face warm at the playful tease, and she glanced at jude, who was blushing slightly. “i guess you could say that,” she said, trying to sound casual even as her heart raced.

mark extended his hand with a welcoming smile. “nice to meet you, y/n. we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“nice to meet you too, mr. bellingham,” y/n said, shaking his hand. “and mrs. bellingham, of course.”

denise chuckled softly. “oh, please, just call me denise. we’re not formal around here.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she looked down at her feet. “i’m sorry, but my mom would have a fit if i called anyone but ‘auntie.’ it’s a cultural thing.”

denise laughed heartily, pulling y/n back into a hug. “well, then ‘auntie’ it is. i’m happy to have you as part of the family.”

jude’s face lit up with pride as he looked between y/n and his family, his heart swelling with a sense of contentment he hadn’t felt in a long time. “let’s head to a nearby café. i’m buying everyone coffee.”

as they walked to the café, the chatter was light and filled with laughter. y/n felt herself slowly relaxing, her initial anxiety fading away as jude’s family made her feel welcome. denise’s warmth, mark’s easygoing nature, and jobe’s playful jabs made her feel like she was already a part of their world.

as they settled at a table, jude reached for y/n’s hand under the table, his fingers brushing against hers with a gentle caress that sent a shiver through her. she glanced at him, her heart fluttering at the tenderness in his touch.

“don’t worry about them,” jude murmured softly, his voice low and soothing. “they’re great, really.”

y/n tried to muster a smile, but her anxiety was still there, gnawing at the edges of her composure. “i just want to make a good impression.”

jude’s eyes softened as he looked at her, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. “you’re doing amazing. they’ll like you as much as i do.” his words were so sincere, so full of warmth, that y/n felt her heart skip a beat.

as their conversation continued, jude couldn’t help but steal glances at y/n, his gaze filled with affection. he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “you look stunning, by the way. even in that kit, you’re the most beautiful person in the room.”

y/n’s heart raced at his words, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer sun streaming in through the windows. “stop, you’re going to make me blush.”

jude’s playful pout returned as he tried to pull her closer, his hand sliding to the small of her back, the touch possessive but comforting. “come on, just one kiss,” jude pleaded softly, his eyes shining with a mix of mischief and tenderness that made y/n’s resolve weaken.

y/n glanced around at his family, who were absorbed in their own conversation, and sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist him for much longer. “okay, but only for a moment.”

jude’s face brightened as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss. y/n melted against him, feeling a rush of warmth and love as he pulled her closer, his hand cradling her face with a gentleness that made her heart ache. when he finally pulled back, his eyes were soft, filled with a quiet adoration that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

“see? not so bad, right?” jude said softly, his voice low and intimate, as if the moment they’d just shared was something precious, meant only for them.

y/n smiled, her eyes twinkling with affection. “you’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“and you love me for it,” jude said with a grin, his heart swelling with an emotion he was only just beginning to understand.

as they finished their coffee and prepared to leave, jude’s family expressed their delight at meeting y/n. “we’re really glad to have you with us,” denise said, giving y/n a warm hug. “you’re a perfect match for jude.”

y/n’s heart swelled at the sincerity in her words, a warmth spreading through her chest that made her feel like she was exactly where she was meant to be. “thank you. i’m really happy to be here.”

when jude walked her back to her car, he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace, his chin resting on top of her head. “i’m really glad they liked you.”

y/n looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and affection. “me too. i was so nervous, but they were wonderful.”

jude kissed her forehead, his lips lingering in a soft, loving gesture that made y/n’s heart skip a beat. “you’re going to fit in perfectly with my family. i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

they shared one last, lingering kiss before y/n got into her car, the taste of his lips still lingering on hers as she drove away. jude watched her go, a contented smile on his face, the approval of his family just another step in their journey together. as he turned to head back to his own car, a thought struck him with a clarity that took his breath away: he was in love with her. truly, deeply in love. and as terrifying as that realization was, it was also the most exhilarating thing he’d ever felt. because he knew, in that moment, that he never wanted to let her go.

the early morning light filtered softly through the curtains of jude’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. y/n had woken up a little earlier than usual, slipping out of bed as quietly as she could, careful not to wake jude. she padded softly through the apartment, her bare feet making almost no sound against the cool floor. she couldn’t help but smile as she noticed jude’s shirt hanging off a chair, an old jersey that still carried his scent, and she quickly pulled it over her head. it was oversized, the hem brushing against her thighs, and she felt a small thrill at wearing something so inherently his.

with a quick glance back toward the bedroom to make sure he was still asleep, y/n set about making breakfast. she moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, cracking eggs, buttering toast, and brewing a pot of coffee that filled the space with its rich aroma. once everything was ready, she carefully arranged it all on a tray, adding a small vase with a single flower she’d found on the windowsill, just for an extra touch.

y/n set the tray on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, leaning down to press soft kisses along his jawline, her lips grazing his stubbled skin. “wake up, mi amor,” she whispered, her voice sweet and coaxing as she continued her trail of kisses over his bare skin.

“mmm, i could get used to this,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. his gaze drifted down to the tray she was holding, and his smile widened. “breakfast in bed? you’re spoiling me, baby.”

“you should,” y/n teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment longer. “breakfast in bed could be a regular thing, but only if you behave.”

as jude started to eat, y/n perched on the edge of the bed, watching him with a fond smile. “just don’t get into any more fights today, okay? you’ve got enough on your plate without adding a black eye to the mix.”

he glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “me? fight? never.”

y/n rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her foot. “don’t play innocent with me, jude. i’ve seen you out there, always getting in someone’s face. just remember, i’m the only one who gets to do that now.”

jude grinned, reaching out to pull her closer, his hand slipping under the hem of the jersey she wore, fingers brushing lightly against her thigh. “oh, i know, baby. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

y/n looked at her boyfriend and couldn't resist scolding him a little more, her tone playful but firm. “and seriously, jude, no more fighting on the pitch today. i mean it. you might think it’s all fun and games, but i’m the one who has to patch you up afterward.”

jude smirked, leaning back against the pillows, his eyes glinting with mischief. “i love it when you’re bossy, baby. it really turns me on, you know.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up. “oh, please,” she said, her tone light as she reached out, gently turning his face away from her with two fingers, like she was playfully dismissing his flirting. “stop trying to charm me this early in the morning. eat your breakfast.”

jude chuckled, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. “i’m serious. you’ve got this whole ‘no-nonsense, take-charge’ thing going on, and it drives me wild.”

she shook her head, still laughing softly, but her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and affection. “you’re impossible, jude.”

“yeah, but you love it,” he teased, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur.

“maybe i do,” she admitted, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips, “but don’t let it go to your head, bellingham.”

jude grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. “too late for that, baby. you’re already stuck with me.”

they fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes easily to people who know each other well. jude continued eating, but his gaze kept drifting back to her, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was there with him, like this. after a few minutes, he set the tray aside and turned his attention fully to her.

“do you remember that time i was sick, and you took care of me?” jude asked suddenly, his tone thoughtful.

y/n blinked, surprised by the question. “of course i do. you were a mess, all grumpy and feverish.”

he smiled, a little sheepishly. “yeah, i was. but you were amazing. i remember you calling me ‘amor’ when you thought i was too out of it to notice. it was the first time i’d heard you say it, and it just… it stuck with me. i liked you before that, a lot, but that day… i don’t know, it felt like i got to see a part of you i hadn’t before. it made me realize how kind-hearted you are, how much you care.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, her heart skipping a beat at his words. “i… i didn’t know you remembered that.”

jude reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and reassuring. “how could i forget? it was one of the moments that made me fall for you, even if i didn’t fully understand it at the time.”

her breath caught in her throat, the weight of his confession making her chest tighten with emotion. she didn’t know how to respond, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his gaze, the sincerity in his voice. before she could find the words, jude leaned in, his forehead resting against hers.

“y/n, i…” he started, his voice thick with emotion, but before he could finish, her phone buzzed loudly from the bedside table, shattering the moment.

they both jumped slightly at the sound, and y/n groaned softly, reaching over to grab her phone. “sorry, i should get this,” she murmured, her heart still racing.

jude nodded, his expression a mix of frustration and understanding. “yeah, of course.”

as she answered the call, jude leaned back against the pillows, watching her with a thoughtful look. the words he hadn’t said hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning.

as she hung up, y/n turned back to him, her expression apologetic. “i have to go in early today. there’s been a last-minute change in the schedule.”

jude nodded, but the disappointment was clear in his eyes. “of course, work comes first.”

she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “we’ll continue this later, okay?”

he smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “i’ll hold you to that, baby.”

as y/n quickly got ready, jude watched her with a mix of affection and longing. the words he’d almost said echoed in his mind, and he knew with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified him that he was falling in love with her. he just hoped that when the time came to tell her, he’d be able to find the right moment, the right words, to let her know how much she meant to him.

but for now, all he could do was wait, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings.

the stadium was alive with energy, the crowd’s cheers reverberating through the air as the match pressed on. y/n sat in the locker room, focused on treating a player with a minor injury, but her mind kept drifting back to this morning. waking up next to jude, the way his sleepy smile lit up his face when she kissed him awake, and the easy domesticity of making him breakfast in bed—all of it swirled in her thoughts. she had never felt so content, so utterly wrapped up in someone, and it scared her to realize that she was in love with him.

her hands worked automatically, applying bandages and checking vitals, but her heart was still with jude. every moment they’d shared replayed in her mind—the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, how he always found some way to touch her, whether it was holding her hand, brushing her hair back, or resting his head in her lap. the thought hit her like a tidal wave: she loved him. she loved him with a depth she hadn’t expected, a depth that terrified her.

but before she could fully process the revelation, the sound of hurried footsteps and urgent voices tore through her thoughts. the door to the locker room burst open, and an assistant coach appeared, his face pale and strained with worry.

“y/n,” he called out, his voice tight, “it’s jude. he’s down.”

her heart seized, the words slamming into her with brutal force. “what? where is he?”

“they’re bringing him in now,” the coach replied, the grimness in his tone sending chills down her spine.

y/n’s mind spun, fear clawing at her insides as she hastily finished with the player in front of her. she tried to keep her composure, but the thought of jude hurt, of him lying on the ground in pain, made her chest tighten with panic.

as she rushed toward the medical area, every step felt heavy, the hallway stretching out endlessly before her. the sound of the crowd outside became a distant roar, replaced by the deafening beat of her own heart. she had to stay professional, had to keep it together, but all she wanted to do was run to him, to see for herself that he was okay.

when she rounded the corner, she saw them—jude being carried in on a stretcher, his face ashen, twisted in agony. her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, everything around her blurred. she wanted to cry out, to push through the medics and throw her arms around him, but she knew she couldn’t. not yet. she had to be strong, had to do her job.

the head physio and the medical team quickly surrounded jude, their movements efficient and precise. y/n hovered on the edge, her eyes locked on jude’s face. their gazes met, and in his eyes, she saw the same fear, the same unspoken connection that had been building between them for weeks. he looked at her, and despite the pain etched across his features, there was something else—something that made her heart clench even tighter. 

before she could decipher the look in his eyes, they were moving him again, carrying him toward the treatment area. y/n followed, her pulse pounding as she trailed behind, fear gnawing at her with every step. she couldn’t lose him—not now, not when she was finally beginning to understand just how much he meant to her.

as the door to the medical room swung shut behind them, blocking her from jude’s side, y/n stood frozen in place, a silent promise echoing in her mind. whatever happened next, she would be there for him. she would fight for him, just like she knew he would fight for her.

but the fear lingered, a dark cloud in the pit of her stomach. she didn’t know what was coming, didn’t know if jude would be okay, and the uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving her on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the ground to give way beneath her.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You were sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Daryl in the evening, trying to steal a little quiet time to decompress after a long day. He was fiddling with his crossbow as usual, and something about the steady sound and his hands at work seemed soothing. The page of your novel suddenly disappeared in front of you as the entire house, the entire settlement, plunged into blackness.

Your stomach tensed. "Hmm. Daryl, I think the power is out," you said sarcastically.

You heard an amused snort from the other end of the couch. "Yeah, no shit... Solar must be on the fritz again. I keep tellin' Rick we gotta get new batteries. I'll grab the lanterns," he drawled.

"I better just check on Jude and RJ."

Moving in the dark before your eyes had completely adjusted was not wise, and you had apparently moved at the same time as Daryl right towards each other. You collided near the middle of the couch and you may as well have hit a brick wall. The man was solid. "Shit!"

You probably would have landed flat on your ass, but his arms were suddenly around you and you found yourself tipped sideways back onto the couch. Daryl caught himself on the back of the couch with one arm, but still found himself partially leaning over you. His other hand had landed on your hip.

"Uhh—s—sorry. Ya alrigh'?"

You could barely see him over you now, your eyes having adjusted to the darkness. "Y—yeah," you breathed, hardly able to get any words out as you found yourself admiring the view. You were thankful he couldn't see the burning blush you could certainly feel heating up your face. "Nice reflexes."

Daryl suddenly realized, mainly from the tingling sensation in his hand, that it was still on your hip and he pulled it back suddenly. "Thanks," he drawled, gulping. He straightened up stiffly and offered you his hand to help pull you back to your feet. "Right... I'll just—"

"The lanterns," you nodded. "And I'll just—"

"Check the kids," he finished for you, ducking his head.

You laughed nervously. "You can move first this time..."

Daryl edged around you and both of you wer left wondering if the other had felt the same thing. Prompt: "I think the power is out."

A/N: Sorry for the slight break in content this weekend. I got sick AGAIN, this time with a horrible stomach virus that had me up puking all night Saturday 🙃 what a joy... LUCKILY, I am already almost back to normal. I swear, this cold and flu season is BAD. Stay healthy ya'll. <3

[drowning-in-paragraphs]

LATE NIGHT, SAFE HANDS.

• jude bellingham x gf!reader

• warnings: just the horrible title. (Also, English is not my first language!)

• summary: Jude Bellingham’s quiet night is interrupted when his girlfriend arrives home drunk after a night out. Amid playful chaos, he faces the ultimate challenge: getting her to finally sleep, revealing the warmth and humor of their relationship.

PART 2: EARLY MORNING, SWEET KISSES

His girlfriend had gone out with her group of friends tonight. She´d had been looking forward to it all week. They had been together for about eight months, and things between them felt easy, natural, despite their busy lives. Jude was head over heels for her, and though they weren´t living together yet, they spend a lot of time at each other´s places. He trusted her completly, however he couldn´t help the subtle flicker of concern that burned in his chest.

Earlier that evening, she had sent him a picture of her outfit for the night, teasing him with a playful "Rate it out of 10." He remembered grinning at the sight―she looked stunning in that red dress that left Jude staring at his phone for way longer tham he´d like to admit. His reply was a teasing, "Solid 11. You´re gonna have every guy at that club staring at you. Take care, yeah?"

She´d reply with a string of laughing emojis and a lot of hearts of different colors and added, "Promise! Love ya."

Hours passed, and with her occasional messages about how much fun she was having and how the club had "grwat music bt terriblw cocktailss" and a few blurred slefies, Jude couldn´t help but laugh before texting her to be careful, trying not to admit that maybe he was a little bit unease.

Around 1:30 a.m, the messages and slurred audios from her had started to slow down, but he wasn´t too worried. He figured she was just caught up in the fun, dancing with her friends and enjoying the night. After all, it was still early. Still, he checked his phone more frequently, feeling a little restless as the minutes ticked by without a response.

"Everything okay?" he´d sent about an hour ago, hoping for an answer.

Nothing.

Jude sighed, staring at the screen for a moment before tossing the phone back onto the couch beside him. He told himself not to worry. She was probably, no, she was definitely fine, just lost in the music, and her phone was somewhere deep in her bag. But a small voice in the back of his mind kept telling him otherwise.

He tried not to be that boyfriend. You know, the one who texts every five minutes to check up on her. But as the clock ticked closer to 3 a.m. and still no word from her, his foot started tapping nervously against the wooden floor. He shot her another text, "You good? Getting kinda late..." Jude stared at the screen, waiting for those familiar typing dots to appear, but after two minutes of nothing, he sighed. He set his phone down, leaning back against the cushions, trying to keep his mind out of it.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

By the time it hit twenty, Jude was seriously considering calling her. Just to check, he told himself. He had refreshed the chat multiple times but there was no response. He unlocked his phone and was about to hit her name when the sound of the doorbell cut through the quiet.

Frowning, Jude stood up, wondering who could be visiting at this time of night. As he approached the door, a series of knocks came, maybe a little frantic. His heart race just a little. Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?

He then swung the door open and froze.

There she was, standing in front of him, her makeup smudged, her hair slightly tousled, and that same red dress clinging maybe a little bit higher than when she went out. But what really stood out was the way she was standing, as if she was going to fall at any minute, with sparkling eyes and cheeks flushed―whether from the cold air or the alcohol, Jude wasn´t sure.

But the smile she gave him? Bright as ever.

"Juuuuude!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up as if she´d just seen him for the first time in weeks.

He couldn´t help but grin at the sight, feeling the relief flood through him. She just threw herself into his arms before he had a chance to react. He caught her easily, wraping his arms around her waist as she giggled into his chest.

"Hey, hey," he said softly, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. "You alright?"

She pulled back slightly, swaying on her feet as she looked up to him. "Of course I am. Why wouldn´t I be?" Her words slurred together, and she had to repeat the question a few times.

"You´re plastered," he stated plainly, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Your plastered," she tried to imitate him. "Am not," she protested, though the wobble in her stance told him otherwise. She tried to step forward, but Jude quickly caught her before she could topple over.

"Please tell me you didn´t come walking all the way here like this," he asked, closing the door behind them with one hand, the other firmly around her waist.

She gave him a pout. "Wanted to see you."

“Yeah, I figured that much.” He chuckled, guiding her over to the leather couch. “Come on, sit down before you hurt yourself.”

She let him guide her but promptly flopped onto the couch with dramatic flair, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her. She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Jude?” she asked sweetly.

“Yes, love?”

“I'm hungry.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to make you something?”

“Nooo...” She shook her head, grinning mischievously. “I wanna cook.”

Jude immediately burst out laughing, kneeling beside the couch as he looked at her incredulously. “Babe, you’re drunk. You can’t even stand up properly, let alone cook.”

She squinted at him, clearly not appreciating his lack of faith. “I can cook. I make the best... sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches? That’s the bar we’re setting?”

She nodded eagerly, but before he could protest further, she was already struggling to stand, making a beeline for the kitchen. Jude quickly jumped up to intercept her, catching her around the waist before she could get too far.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, pulling her back toward him. “You are not cooking in this state.”

She notice how warm he was. “Jude…”

He laughed, tightening his grip around her. “Nope. Not happening. You’re going to hurt yourself or burn the kitchen down.”

“That is not true.”

“I’ve seen you try to use a toaster when you’re half-asleep. I don’t need you burning down my kitchen with us inside.”

With a huff, she slumped against him, clearly defeated but still playful. She tilted her head back to look at him, her frown returning. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m a lot of fun,” he corrected, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll see how fun I am tomorrow when you wake up with a hangover,” he teased. “Now, how about we get you some water and you go to bed, yeah?”

“I don’t want water,” she mumbled playfully, leaning her head onto his shoulder and putting her hand on his back. “I want… you.”

Jude felt his heart do a little flip at her words, though he tried to play it cool. “Yeah, well, you can have me tomorrow after you drink some water.”

He got up and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to her. She was now sprawled across the couch, one leg dangling off the side as she stared up at the ceiling, mumbling something incoherent.

“Here,” Jude said, sitting her up gently and handing her the glass.

She took it begrudgingly, sipping at it like a child forced to take medicine. “I didn’t want this,” she muttered.

“I know,” Jude said, rubbing her back soothingly. “But you’ll thank me in the morning.”

After a few sips, she set the glass down and looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes. “You’re so good to me,” she said softly, her voice suddenly tender.

Jude smiled, feeling his chest tighten in that familiar way it did whenever she said something sweet, even in her drunken state. “Of course I am. Someone’s gotta take care of you when you decide to get hammered.”

“Jude, I’ve already told you that I’m not—,”

“Alright, alright,” he said defeated. Then, after making sure that she had drunk all the water, he lifted her as if she was nothing and carried her to his room.

The softness of the mattress and the sheets made her yawn. As Jude carefully wiped off her makeup and gave her some of his clothes, she couldn’t help to smile, adoring his features. When one of his hands brushed where her ribs where, she giggled at the motion, leaning her head against his chest. “You’re my favorite person,” she whispered.

His heart melted. “And you’re mine,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They stayed like that for a while, she snuggled up against him as Jude absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her into a more peaceful state. Her tipsy giggles slowly faded, replaced by soft, sleepy breaths.

“You okay now?” he asked quietly.

“Mhm,” she hummed, half asleep against him.

Jude looked down at her, his chest swelling with affection. Drunk or not, she always managed to make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. And despite her occasional recklessness, he wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything.

[judeswhore]

you’re so golden

summary: jude deserves a personal congratulations after such a big achievement

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (m) unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is not my best work but i really wanted to post something for u all :(

"what're you-?"

"shush." mouth pressing softly over jude's you cut off his unnecessary question, fingers deftly pulling at his belt to work it open. the clink of the metal sent a thrill through you, had the hairs rising on the back of your neck and left you feeling even hotter beneath the skintight material of your dress. you gave one firm tug and it slipped from around his waist, fell to the carpet with a dull thud, left behind at the door as you pushed your boyfriend a little further into the hotel room.

a little further being only a few steps until his back hit the hallway wall, a soft "oof" filtering from his lips at the surprise contact. a giggle followed, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks and tilt your mouth closer to his, lips slotting perfectly together and you shuddered when he licked at your bottom lip. the action made your hands tremble a little, fingers slipping where you tried to unbutton his trousers and work at his zip.

"baby," jude huffed another laugh, broken quickly by a whimper because your hand was suddenly inside of his trousers, fingertips ghosting over his already half hard cock. "slow down." your answer was a petulant pout, brows creasing together and a whine released itself from your throat.

you didn't want to slow down. you'd been thinking about getting on your knees for him since he'd started getting ready hours before. you'd been patient throughout the ceremony and little bit of the after event, faked smiles and niceties only because of the cameras and his parents when the whole time, all you were thinking about was pressing him so far down your throat his shape would be imprinted there forever. you'd been slow but now your patience had all but disappeared and what was the point of being alone in your hotel room if you couldn't congratulate your boyfriend the way you wanted?

"don't look at me like that." jude half chastised, thumb brushing lightly over your jutted out bottom lip and he drew in an unsteady breath when you sucked the digit into your mouth. his gaze darkened, hips pushing subtly against the palm you'd flattened over his cock. his gaze stayed locked on your lips, wrapped delicately around his thumb as you suckled softly, moaned low in the back of your throat so he knew just how badly you were aching for this. "we've got all night y'know?"

with a wet pop you let his thumb go, squeezed lightly at his cock and felt pride spark deep in your tummy when he hissed. "but i want it now." to your own ears you sounded whiney and desperate but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, already letting your mind wander to the feel of him on your tongue. "please, jude, wanna taste you."

your boyfriend's head fell back against the wall with a heavy thud, a groan vibrating from deep in his chest, one you felt tickle against your lips when you pressed them to his throat and mumbled another string of pleas.

"fuck. yeah, yeah okay, baby. get on your knees f'me." a giddy smile spread over your lips and immediately you dropped to your knees in front of him, head tilted back a little as you held his gaze and waited for him. the backs of his fingers grazed your cheek before he cupped your jaw. "y'gonna show me how bad you want it?" you could only nod and jude was smirking, tapping softly at your cheek in a way that made your entire body burn. "good girl."

you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his trousers and boxers and tugged lightly, pulled them down just enough to let his cock spring free, your eyes immediately locking on it. your hand looked stupidly small when you wrapped your fingers around the base and shuffled in closer, breath fanning warm over the tip and jude's thighs tensed in response. the tip of your tongue swept teasingly over the head of his cock, tasted the pre cum that was already dribbling over the soft skin and gave a happy little hum at finally being exactly where you wanted to be.

jude watched with lowered lashes as your throat worked and you spat messily over him, started to work your hand up and down the heavy length of him while you sucked softly at his tip. your free hand snaked beneath his shirt, up over his abs before your nails raked back down the skin and he gave a quiet whimper, pressed his hand against the back of your head for a bit of stability. for a few moments he let you focus on the tip, tongue swirling over it before you smattered wet kisses along the vein that ran down the side.

"m'so proud of you, baby." you muttered the words against his skin and they came out muffled but still made jude grin, his thumb rubbing soft over your jaw. you watched him through your lashes, a smile tipping your lips before you rubbed them messily over his dick, found yourself at the tip again. "y'looked so hot. the whole time you were on that stage all i could think about was pulling that stupid suit off you."

"yeah?" jude huffed a soft laugh and you watched his chest heave when you rubbed your tongue against the underside of his cock.

"mhm, made me so wet, been thinking about your cock all night." with those words you finally relaxed your jaw and slid half of his cock into your mouth, hollowed your cheeks and sucked softly before dragging back off him, repeating the motion at a slow pace. you kept your eyes locked on his, head bobbing a little deeper each time with hopes of taking everything he had to offer.

"jesus, you're fuckin' perfect y'know that?" he brushed his thumb beneath your eye before his hand travelled to the back of your head, palm urging you a little further on to his dick. the tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, jude's soft moan making you ache. "there you go, look so pretty on my dick, babe."

you gave a little whine at that, elated at the praise no matter how small and tried to take him deeper, stopping only when your nose was pressed snugly into the hair at the base of his cock. having him so far down your throat was making you dizzy, jaw aching and you couldn't stop your spluttered gag but still you didn't pull back, only nuzzled in a little bit more as jude swore above you. his palm pressed harder against the back of your head to keep you in place, his hips shifting forward as though to push deeper despite the fact he couldn't go any further.

glancing up at him again the dull throb of your clit only intensified, wetness pooling in your underwear as your mind spun. he looked unfairly gorgeous, head tipped back a little, eyes half closed and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, marks from your lipstick littering his throat. he'd unbuttoned his shirt at some point since you'd dropped to the floor before him and it hung open at his sides, chest and abs on full display, so pretty you just had to run your hands over him again. your nails dug lightly into his skin and you raked them down the ladder of hair that often drove you crazy. jude used his grip on the back of your head to guide your mouth up and down his cock, tongue lolling softly against the underside, swirling around the tip when he let you take a few seconds pause.

"look at you," he cooed softly, the hand that wasn't pushing at your head stroking gently over your cheek before he gave it another light slap, muscles flexing when he felt your throat tighten around him. you were blinking rapidly at him, tears leaking from your eyes and mixing with the spit that was dribbling out of the corners of your mouth, a garbled whimper sounding from you when he snapped his hips forward again. "could fuck your pretty little mouth all night."

you'd be more than happy to let him do that but the lack of attention to your clit was becoming painful, the dull ache of being so empty making it a little difficult to think. when jude's hand slackened slightly on the back of your head you took it as your chance to pull off him, lips still pressed to the tip in a light kiss even as you spoke.

"can you-" you drew in a breath, a half gasp after having had him fucking your throat for the last few minutes before you met his gaze through your lashes again. "want you to fuck me, please." your desperate begging was jude's undoing, his cock twitching against your tongue as he gave a quick nod of his head, hands reaching for yours to help you up from the floor.

within moments he had you pinned to the wall where he'd been leaning, your hands pressed firmly against it as he settled himself behind you, fingers working to bunch your dress up over your hips. you were both too needy to properly undress or make the few step journey to the bed so jude simply settled for hooking your underwear to the side, shoulders rolling so he could shrug his shirt off. with one hand grasping firmly at your hip, he wrapped the other around his cock and guided it between your thighs, pushed the tip through your folds to bump teasingly against your clit.

"fuck, y’got this wet just from having my cock in your mouth?”

"told you, i’ve been thinking about you all night." you let out a hicuppy little whine, hips shifting impatiently as jude continued the slow back and forth rocking of his own hips, cock nudging at your clit until your hand flew behind you and you grabbed at his wrist. your nails bit into his skin. "jude."

"shh, s'okay, i've got you." the blunt head of his cock pushed against your dripping hole, a soft moan vibrating in your ear as jude's head settled just over your shoulder and then he was pressing completely into you. your moan was loud when his hips met your ass, pussy stretching around the thick length of him and it was impossible not to tighten even more around him.

jude let out a breathy moan when he buried his cock into you, one that fanned directly against your ear and made your tummy flip with desire. he didn’t pull out immediately, only trailed a line of wet kisses along you jaw till his lips met the shell of your ear.

“is this what you were thinking about? me fucking you stupid like this?” with those words he drew his hips back until only the tip of his cock was pressed between your walls, before pushing forward again. the force of the thrust almost knocked the air from your lungs, had you letting out a startled squeak as you nodded frantically.

“thought-oh- thought about just fucking you in the bathroom. y’looked so hot in your suit and then you won and you looked even hotter.” you mumbled softly, forehead dropping to rest against the wall as jude found a steady rhythm. the quick drag and pull of his cock inside of you was your favourite feeling in the world, the dull ache as he stretched you out something you wanted to feel forever. you were sure you were already making a mess, pussy so wet it was easy for him to fuck into you but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed, too caught up in how good you felt.

your boyfriend clicked his tongue quietly and without even looking you knew there was a half smirk tugging at his lips. “dirty girl.”

silence fell between you after that, you too consumed by pleasure to focus on forming any coherent sentences and it left only your moans and quiet whimpers to fill the hotel room. the slick sound of his cock filling you up quickly grew louder too and made your head spin slightly, turned you on even more and it was ridiculous how worked up this man could get you. the feeling of his lips on your neck were making it even harder for you to concentrate and you let your mind go completely blank, content with letting him take full control.

he fucked you quickly, rough thrusts that had your legs shaking within minutes, his fingers digging so harshly into your hips you were certain he was going to leave bruises behind. the soft sounds of his moans were muffled because jude was yet to part his mouth from your neck, teeth biting and scraping across soft skin before he soothed the ache with his tongue, the action only repeating when he found a new spot. you tried to press yourself further back against him, a silent plea for him to fuck you a little deeper and in response he pulled your hips back slightly, pressed his palm against your lower back to bend you over a little more.

it had his cock sliding further into you on each rock of his hips, the tip finally nudging that one spot that made your eyes roll back, a quick sob tumbling from your lips. “there it is. s’that good, baby?” he spoke softly into you ear, angled his hips a little better so he could hit that spot fully each time, determined to wring an earth shattering orgasm from you. “doing so well f’me, wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks squeezing my cock.”

“can’t-fuck-wanna cum, jude. need it so bad, please. want-“ you cut yourself off with a moan because jude’s fingers had left your hip and found home on your clit instead. he rubbed gentle circles over the little bud, your wetness making the action messy and your knees almost gave out, pussy clenching tight around him. he gave a low whimper, pace faltering just a little and it was nice to know he was just as wrecked as you.

“you want what? tell me and i’ll give it to you.” his fingers picked up their pace, the quick attention on your clit matching his harsh thrusts and you knew within moments you’d be coming around him. “c’mon, pretty girl, tell me.”

“want you to cum inside me.” the words tumbled out of you, rushed and through another whine and they had jude’s cock twitching inside of you, his hips delivering a much harder thrust as he blew out a curse. the two of you had only recently ditched condoms, wanting rid of the final barrier in search of even more intimacy but despite that, jude had still pulled out each time, painting your tits or face all nice and pretty for him. but tonight was special and you wanted to congratulate his win in your own way, in the way you knew he’d been wanting for a while.

“yeah? y’want me to fill you up nice and good? y’gonna take it all f’me? hm? make me proud?” jude’s voice sounded just a little whiney and you knew you’d ruined him with those words, had pushed him dangerously close to his own orgasm. you were proven right when he used his free hand to cup your jaw and tilt your head so he could kiss you over your shoulder, lips slotting messily together due to the awkward angle. “cum on my cock and i’ll give it to you.”

with that he let you go, pressed his hand against the wall just above your head and used the slight leverage to start fucking you a little harder. his fingers stayed on your clit, rubbing over it until your slick walls squeezed around his cock, so tight you were surprised he could even pull back out. you’d gone a little dizzy, throat aching from your constant moans and whimpers and your ass had started to bruise from the force of jude’s hips against it. the tip of his cock kept up the non stop abuse against the sweet spot inside of you and with a quick pinch to your clit you were coming.

“oh my god.” turning your head you sunk your teeth into jude’s bicep, bit down hard to muffle your cries because the last thing you wanted was the people next door hearing and you were being unusually loud. it made jude groan and he fucked his cock into you a little harder, revelled in the way your pussy gushed around him, your cum making a mess of both of your thighs. your entire body was shaking, legs wobbling so much jude had to let up on your clit in favour of wrapping an around your waist to hold you in place.

“that’s it, good girl. feel so fucking good, baby. keep squeezing me like that, m’gonna cum f’you.” you could hear jude babbling further words of praise behind you but your mind wasn’t focusing, too wrapped up in the pleasure still wracking your body, lingering hot and heavy at the base of your spine. the noises jude was making only seemed to prolong the aftershocks of your orgasm, his moans and soft whimpers making your clit ache even more despite how sensitive you knew you were and you were certain tonight wasn’t going to be a one round kind of night.

he fucked his cock into you a few more times before his hips stilled, pressed flush to your ass as he came, painted your insides and filled you up so much it was already leaking from you. his forehead thudded heavily against your shoulder, quiet whimpers filling the space around you as his cock pulsed, the flutter of your pussy dragging a wrecked groan from deep in his chest. he shifted his hips a little and you whined, purposefully clenched around him because you didn’t want him pulling out.

“jesus christ,” he let out a breathless laugh, tilted his head and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and let his forehead rest heavy against your temple. “that was..”

“congratulations, golden boy.” you couldn’t help but grin, that flutter of pride blooming in your chest again and you wanted to spill every thought in your head about how incredible he was. before you could do that though jude was running his palm over your hip, pulling his cock slowly from the snug warmth of your pussy. before his cum could drip down your thigh he tugged your underwear back into place and gave a soft, teasing pat to your ass.

“that was by far my biggest win tonight.” his grin was cheesy and just bordering on cocky when he turned you to face him, fingers helping to fix your dress. it was a pointless act because he was planning on peeling it off you in the next few minutes, his cock already kicking up at the thought of burying himself back into your cunt, filling you with cum until you couldn’t take anymore.

“don’t let anyone hear you saying that, they might take the trophy off you for under appreciation.” you teased, eyes roaming his bare chest, gaze lingering a little on the mark your teeth had left behind on his bicep. he looked gorgeous, sweaty and a little fucked out, glowing either from the trophy or the orgasm and you didn’t really mind which as long as the look remained.

“they can have the trophy, i told you, i already got my best win.” he dipped to kiss you, soft and slow at first but heating up by the second, his tongue a little desperate when he licked into your mouth. you were right about going for more than one round because jude was already toying with the hem of your dress again. “the shower in here is really big. i’m talking sauna size. how about we get you out of that pretty dress and you let me get you cleaned up?”

the glint in his eyes suggested he had absolutely no intentions of actually cleaning you up but you’d seen the shower and the little ledge just big enough for you to perch on and you’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t been thinking of getting jude on his knees for you since early that morning. a sly smile curved your lips and you trailed your nail down the centre of his chest, grazed along the ladder of hair and watched his eyes fall shut for a second.

“s’pose it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“exactly. it’d be impolite.” that had you giggling and jude’s smile only grew bigger, his hands firm on your waist to guide you further into the hotel room. your legs wobbled just slightly and heat settled in your cheeks, feeling flustered over the fact jude had already managed to fuck you so good it’d left you weak in the knees. you hoped he hadn’t noticed but the second his head dipped and he nuzzled his nose against your cheek you knew he hadn’t missed it.

“careful, bambi,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to the warmth of your cheek. “i’m supposed to be the one on my knees this time.”

[20-th-centurygirl]

watching you watching me

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: smut

a/n: written for my beloved @judeswhore , based on this ask by @judethluvr on her account. this idea has me dizzy and if i could live this life then i would happily become a gym rat x

this also ended up becoming way longer than i planned but yolo 🤭

masterlist

Dating an athlete came with numerous perks, and jude's figure was one of them. Being with jude had pushed you to become a self proclaimed gym rat but you'd never actually worked out with him. But in this moment you were questioning why.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from Jude, the way his skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his biceps and the muscles in his thighs flexing in a way that made you dizzy. The thin, white top he was wearing was sticking to his skin and you could faintly see his abs through it, and his stupidly tiny shorts that displayed both his thighs and cock perfectly were making you feral. You couldn't focus, the sit ups you were doing had been long forgotten as the dirty thoughts running through your head took full control.

He'd noticed your staring out of the corner of his eye, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He turned to face you as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head and flinging it across the room. Without breaking eye contact with you he grabbed a bottle of water, taking a large gulp before pouring some on his head. Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you watched the water drip down his chest. "You're catching flies baby" he spoke, pulling you out of your trance.

You closed your mouth as you tried to shift your focus back onto the task you'd started but you just couldn't. The way his biceps moved everytime he curled a weight was driving you absolutely insane and you couldn't stop thinking about his muscles flexing like that by your head as he was ontop of you. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours angel?" He questioned, moving to stand above you. The way he was towering over you somehow had your underwear even more soaked than it originally was.

He reached down with his hand out to help you stand as he guided you over to the bench on the other side of the room. He sat you down on his lap, both of you facing the large mirror opposite. He maintained eye contact with you through the mirror, his gaze burning holes into you. "I asked you a question" He said a little louder, squeezing your thigh gently. "I was thinking about how good your thighs looked, the way your arms looked, your abs with the water dripping down them, your hands, the way your fingers curled around the weights" you mumbled, your face flushing as jude still stared into your eyes, his cocky smirk growing impossibly larger.

"That all? Or did you have any other ideas?" His eyebrow raised. "I um, I was thinking about how your fingers would look and how good they'd feel in ms, how your thighs would feel if I was riding them and how good your arms would look by the side of my head" you whispered, your face flushing impossibly redder. Judes hand began to trace shapes on your bare thigh, nudging closer to where you so desperately wanted him. "Oh yeah?" He whispered into your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His hand travelled up to the waistband of your shorts, dipping in to rub small delicate circles on your clit over your underwear. "Yeah. Need you so bad jude" you whined. "I know, I can feel it" He teased and you pulled a face at him in the mirror. "Don't get all bratty with me sweetheart, I'm more than happy to just leave you here and carry on" His voice and gaze more stern as he halted his hands actions. "No please". The grin returned, the knowledge that he had complete control and could get you so worked up satisfying him immensely.

He slipped his middle finger into your underwear, groaning at how wet you were. "Fuck, you're so wet and I've not even touched you". You mewled in response as he continued circling your clit at an agonisingly slow pace. "Jude" you whined, his pace borderline torture. "What do you need baby?" "Need you to finger me. Please jude" you couldn't decide if you were more embarrassed or turned on but you went with the latter. "Anything you want angel. Take these off for me" he gestured to your shorts and underwear and for the third time your face went bright red.

You lifted your hips up so jude could pull them both down, leaving them pooling at your ankles. "You can keep this on, it still shows what I wanna see" He gestured to your small sports bra that admittedly covered very little. You sat in the middle of his spread legs with your own still clamped shut. You weren't sure why you felt so embarrassed, you and jude had seen eachother naked more times than you could count, but this was different and you felt alot more vulnerable.

Jude picked up on your hesitance "if you don't wanna you don't have to, we can do something else" He whispered, placing a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear. "No it's okay, it's just different" you shot him a reassuring smile in the mirror and he leaned down to place several delicate kisses on your neck as he gently nudged your legs apart. He began sucking on your neck, occasionally biting before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.

His fingers flicked your clit a few times before he effortlessly slid his middle inside you. He swiftly added a second, curling them deep inside you. Your head lolled back against judes shoulder as you let out a loud moan of his name. He gripped your chin, lifting your head up "uh uh, watch yourself in the mirror baby. Watch yourself come undone on my fingers" you bit your lip, the eye contact he was strongly keeping was making you dizzy. His thumb rubbed at your clit as his grip on your chin stayed strong. "Fuck jude. Feels so good". You couldn't help but let your eyes flutter shut but they flew open when jude halted his actions. "What did I say? Keep your eyes on me or I stop" He grunted. " 'm sorry just keep going please" jude carried on, hitting the spots deep inside you that had your toes curling. You gripped his thigh "fuck jude 'm so close. don't stop please" you whined, a string of breathy moans tumbling from your lips. Jude went faster "you look so pretty right now, cum on my fingers baby, let go for me" your head tipped back and jude allowed it, his only goal now to make you feel good. He whispered string of praises in your ear, that combined with the way he was driving his fingers deep inside you and his now hard cock pressing against your back sent you into a frenzy and you came unexpectedly all over his hand, practically screaming judes name.

You stayed in that position, your eyes closed, chest heaving as you rested against him. Jude gently removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth for you to suck on them. You took them in your mouth straight away, swirling your tongue around them gaining a moan from jude. "Fuck. Want you to do that around my cock". You smiled around his fingers, moving to straddle him. "No, I'd rather ride you". Jude bit his lip as you pulled down his shorts and boxers before pulling off your sports bra so you were both fully naked.

You sat yourself down on him, both of you gasping in unison. "Fuck, look at you in the mirror" Jude moaned out, the sight of you clinging onto him driving him insane. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands rested on your hips, gently moving you at a rhythm that he liked as you pressed your lips to his neck. "Jude fuck. Feels so good" you whimpered and jude groaned in response, bucking his hips up into you. Your nails clawing at his back and you clenching around him had jude seeing stars. "Fuck baby, 'm gonna cum" he mumbled directly into your ear and you could only moan in response, feeling your own orgasm approaching. Jude moved one of his hands down to rub your clit in an attempt to get you there faster. You let out a loud whimper of his name followed by a string of curses as you came for the second time, triggering judes orgasm as he bucked his hips up a few times before letting go inside you. His grip on your hips didn't let up, his hands holding you close to him as he peppered your hair with kisses.

"That's one way to workout" jude teased as he tickled your sides, you reaching up to flick the side of his head in retaliation. "Only joking, I find it hot when you workout too baby, especially in those shorts" He mumbled. "It's just those slutty shorts, not sure what you're expecting from me". Jude huffed out a small laugh "maybe I put them on just for you". You said nothing, instead nuzzling yourself further into jude, not wanting the closeness to end, ever.

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”