#bellingham!reader

[lateatnewyork]

SO...WHO'S THE WAG? 001

pairing: oscar piastri x bellingham!reader

summary: jude's older sister soft launches a guy, who he has no idea about

extra information: reader is a supermodel, shes 23, and shes super famous

fc: tyla

ynbellingham

liked by landonorris, sza and 609,284 others middle picture is me when mclaren invited me to the las vegas gp view comments

judebellingham wow i see how it is ➥ ynbellingham ur such a cutie jude ➥ user09 LMAO I LOVE YN jobebellingham when were u gonna give me that pic of jude ➥ ynbellingham um lets see... never? averageynlover bro idk if i wanna be yn or be with yn user05 SHES SO PRETTY LIKE I JS STARE AT THE SCREEN WHEN I SEE HER ➥ oscarpiastri real this comment is now deleted gigihadid pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham all youu kendalljenner come for dinner ➥ ynbellingham gimme a time and place bukayosaka thank you for your services with the jude photo ➥ ynbellingham 🫡 ➥ judebellingham BRO ynsno1fan the good genes literally run in the family

thetonightshow

liked by oscarpiastri, ynbellingham and 932,628 others YN Bellingham on the Tonight Show, she opens up about her longtime partner, her music career and who she's currently brand ambassador for! Check out the amazing and multitalented 23 year old exclusively on youtube! ynbellingham view comments

user09 SHES BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR 2 YEARS ynschild WE HAVE A FATHER??? bellinghamsfan chat what is going on ynismother ok but her looks 😍 user58 the bellingham genes are too strong for us to rival 😞🙏 averageynlover EVERYONE FOCUSED ON HER BF BUT SHES LITERALLY RELEASING AN ALBUM ➥ user04 MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, jobebellingham and 1,893,482 others surprise!!! my debut album 'racing' is coming out on december 8th! andddd im going on tour next year on 14th march, tickets will go up on january 1st, ily guys 🫶 view comments

sabrinacarpenter i cant believe im singing with u🧎‍♀️ judebellingham im so proud of you ynn jobebellingham so proud to be your younger brother ynn oliviarodrigo IM SO EXCITEDDDD conangray december 8 come fasterrr sza you lowkey ate with those tracks gigihadid so proud of you 💗 kendalljenner cant wait ! krisjenner 😍 khloekardashian yay! imaanhammam catch me blasting it in the car anokyai blessing us with this alexanderasaintmleux im so happy lilymhe private show plssss mclaren playing this everywhere when it comes out user09 MOTHER averageynlover IF I DONT GET TICKETS rbrmylove CLAIMING 143 (i want you)

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, danielricciardo and 409,382 others yes shes (ethe)real view comments

user09 YOUR HONOR HES DOWN BAD ➥ rbrmylove HE CALLED HER ETHEREAL landonorris ok caption kinda cute ➥ landonorris but i thought i was ur only man???? ➥ landonorris r u cheating on me ➥ danielricciardo r YOU cheating on me???? ➥ landonorris oh maxverstappen 👍 ➥ user45 max ur so dry 😭 alexanderasaintmleux TELL HER TO COME BY SOON ➥ oscarpiastri she said yes 😊 alexalbon oscar has rizz confirmed?? ➥ oscarpiastri im surprised lily hasn't left u ➥ lilymhe me too tbh ➥ alexalbon WHAT op81loml IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS ➥ user49 wait who??? ➥ op81loml THE yn bellingham

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe and 603,481 others date night with the cutest person alive view comments

user09 SHES GLOWINGG averageynlover stop shes so cute landonorris 🧐 ➥ judebellingham 🧐 ➥ charlesleclerc 🧐 ➥ alexalbon 🧐 ➥ jobebellingham 🧐 ➥ maxverstappen 🧐 ➥ lewishamilton 🧐 ➥ georgerussell 🧐 ➥ ynbellingham ihu rbrmylove why is the whole grid in her comments alexanderasaintmleux cuties ➥ ynbellingham youu lilymhe pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham 🪞🪞 ➥ lilymhe date me. ➥ ynbellingham ok! ➥ alexalbon what. carmenmundt ur so adorable ➥ ynbellingham says youu ➥ ynbellingham leave george ➥ carmenmundt ofcc ➥ georgerussell huh kellypiquet marry me ➥ ynbellingham bet wheres the ring ➥ maxverstappen 😕 rebeccadonaldson leave him plss ➥ ynbellingham anything for u bby ➥ carlossainz ??

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, judebellingham and 992,481 others thank you username on twitter for figuring it out view comments

judebellingham ew ➥ ynbellingham im telling mum ➥ judebellingham STOP jobebellingham 🤮 ➥ ynbellingham me when i see you landonorris stop being cute on main ➥ ynbellingham stop being annoying sabrinacarpenter no way a guy who goes vroom vroom in circles stole u from me ➥ ynbellingham barrykeoghan stole u first ➥ oscarpiastri my career is more than driving in circles ➥ barrykeoghan what did i do 😭 oliverbearman welcome to the family ➥ charlesleclerc hi daughter in law ➥ alexanderasaintmleux UR MY DAUGHTERRRR ➥ ynbellingham literally dating oscar for alex and leo ➥ oscarpiastri i see how it is lilymhe what if we do a double date except its u and me and them ➥ ynbellingham YESSS ➥ alexalbon what. ➥ oscarpiastri ^ gigihadid cuties kendalljenner adorable anokyai i love the both of u

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, nicolepiastri and 402,492 others she wrote an album for me you didnt view comments

user09 CONFIRMATION THAT ITS ABOUT HIM mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡 ➥ landonorris what happened to me and oscar ➥ mclaren 😶‍🌫️ f1wagsofficial cutest grid couple oliverbearman hes down bad ➥ oscarpiastri loud and proud liked by ynbellingham and 2089 others arthurleclerc invite her to family dinners now alexanderasaintmleux my daughter in law is so pretty ➥ ynbellingham aw ily alex alexalbon ok hes actually happy so i cant be mean ➥ alexalbon im also scared of yn ➥ ynbellingham good. jobebellingham pls tell me you have bad photos of her ➥ oscarpiastri i do (how much you willing to pay) ➥ jobebellingham thats great (200 bucks) ➥ ynbellingham OSCAR judebellingham couldve lived without seeing the 2nd pic ➥ ynbellingham couldve lived without seeing ur shirtless skims ad ➥ rbrmylove LMAO

a/n thank you for putting up with my mood swings in posting ly guys

[itgirlharmony]

Nina.rari & Jobe Bellingham Secret

Summary♡︎ Nina and Jobe have been in a secret relationship for 3 months now. Jobe wants to go public, but Nina is scared. Nina is also a nepo baby.

Photo♡︎ JobeBellingham & Nina.rari

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Nina gazed out the window of the private jet, the clouds rolling by like a soft, cotton blanket. Her heart felt heavy, a stark contrast to the luxurious surroundings. On her lap, her phone buzzed with notifications, mostly from her family’s business group chat, but all she could think about was Jobe.

“Hey, you okay?” Her sister, Mia, nudged her. “You’ve been quieter than a mouse. Did you finally realize you’re not getting out of that dinner with Dad?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Nina replied, forcing a smile, though it felt as brittle as the jet’s champagne flutes.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lie. Mom, come here.”

Their mother, a striking woman with the same dark hair, slid into the seat beside Nina. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“Really, it’s nothing,” Nina insisted, but her mother was persistent, the kind of woman who could coax secrets out of a stone.

“Try again. I know you, Nina.”

With a sigh, Nina finally relented, “I don’t know if I should go to Jobe’s game tonight or stay in Dubai for the family thing. Dad will be disappointed if I miss it, but Jobe—he’s been wanting me there.”

“Follow your heart,” her mother advised, a twinkle of wisdom in her eyes. “Let your mind tell you where to go.”

Nina closed her eyes, imagining the roar of the stadium, the brightness of the floodlights, Jobe’s familiar grin. “I want to support him.”

“Then go,” her mother urged, and with that, Nina felt a spark of courage ignite within her.

She arrived at Sunderland Stadium, heart racing. The energy was electric, a vibrant sea of fans shouting and chanting. As she stepped into the stands, whispers swirled around her.

“Wow, she’s beautiful.”

“Is that Jobe’s girlfriend?”

Nina swallowed hard, the weight of their gazes both thrilling and terrifying. She spotted Jobe on the field, focused and determined. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling the love swell in her chest.

By the end of the game, she knew. She could be open about them.

Three days later, she booked a trip to Lapland, inviting Jobe’s family and her own. In the snowy wonderland, they snapped photos, the kind that perfectly captured their laughter and joy.

“Okay, let’s do it!” Jobe said, excitement lighting up his face. They posted the pictures, and when he tagged her, the reactions flooded in.

“Aww, she’s so beautiful!”

“Is she a model?”

Nina’s heart raced, a mix of elation and anxiety. She couldn’t help but smile at the compliments, even as some jealous comments crept in.

The following Friday, she returned to another game. This time, she felt different—confident. Fans waved, calling out, “Hey, are you Jobe’s girlfriend?”

“Yes!” she beamed, her heart soaring.

Denise, Jobe’s mother, hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re here, Nina!”

“Me too!” she replied, sharing snacks with Denise, feeling welcomed.

Jobe’s dad, Mark, nodded approvingly at her. “You’re a good influence on him.”

As the game ended, Nina stood hand-in-hand with Jobe, both grinning at the crowd. The fans cheered for them, acceptance washing over her like a warm wave.

In that moment, surrounded by love and excitement, Nina realized she was exactly where she belonged—publicly and proudly in love.

This is my first ever fic story. I hope you guys like it. ❤️

[cosmicpearlz]

if and/or when?

summary: every time he gets two steps closer, you pull away from him. why can’t you just open up and let him in?

pairing: joão félix x bellingham!reader

a/n: this is long asf.... anyways, enjoy <3

landing back in england didn't feel real for the first couple of minutes. coming back home for your little brother's match, making sure that he had extra support. being that your mother couldn't come as well. you stretch your arms quickly and wait to eventually get off the plane.

claiming your suitcase from baggage claim, you head outside waiting for your ride. the hoodie being your safety net and the hood hiding your face as best as you could. you really didn't want anyone to know you were back home until the match. a familiar black car rolls up and comes to a stop near the sidewalk.

"uber for ms. bellingham?" joão speaks from the rolled down window. you look up from your phone, meeting those brown eyes. you smiled and shook your head. the boy gets out the car and meets you halfway.

instantly, his arms are wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you reciprocate the hug and burry your face into his chest. his chest vibrating from the laugh that leaves his lips. he pulls away from the hug slightly, just to look at you. his eyes roaming your face, as if he's trying to remember every detail.

"hi," joão whispers with a boyish grin on his face.

"hi," you whisper back to him, matching his grin.

"let's get you home," he places a kiss to your forehead, removing his hold on you to get grab your bags.

"you want me to help?"

"nah, go to the car love. i'll be there in a second," joão places one more kiss to your cheek, gently pushing you to the car. who were you to argue?

you met joão when he played for barcelona as a lone player. specifically, during the el clásico match between real madrid and barcelona. you guys hit it off and have been inseparable ever since. always teetering the line between friends and something more. of course you guys have slept together and kissed multiple times but there was never a label on it. nobody ever knew about the two of you either. keeping it under wraps, away from any watching eyes. lately, you've been avoiding his obvious hints of becoming something more than just friends with benefits and casualty.

-

"are you hungry?" joão asks, watching you play with floki who currently rested in your arms.

"no."

"did you eat something?"

"on the plane."

"and how many hours ago was that?"

"can we just go to bed?" you whined and pouted, looking up at him. he chuckles quietly to himself and nods.

"whatever you want bebê but we're having breakfast in the morning."

"deal."

you kiss floki's fur and place him back on the floor. you grab joão hand and head to the bedroom. you pretty much knew your way around the house. leaving your suitcase in the living room, not wanting to deal with it just yet. still semi jet lagged from the flight.

"whatcha got for me to sleep in tonight?" you sit on the cushioned bench that was into front of his bed.

"where are your manners?"

"clearly not here," you grinned, messing with him some more. in a split second, a tee-shirt hit you square in the face. you gasp from under the shirt.

"you hit me!"

"it didn't even hurt you."

"yes, it did," you pulled the shirt off your face and sit it besides you.

"oh yeah?" joão walks across the room, stopping in front you and looking down. you meet his eyes, leaning your head up. the two of you refusing to backdown and break eye contact.

"tell me where it hurts and i'll kiss it better."

"is that a promise?"

"yeah, and i like to keep my promises."

"lucky me." joão's hands find their place on your cheeks. leaning down, he finally connects your lips. a sensational moment that you missed in the last couple of months. your hands fist his shirt, gripping it and his body closer to you. a tender kiss that started slow, with you guys just exploring each other's mouth as if it were the first time.

you move from the kiss just to take off your hoodie, revealing your black tank top. you reconnect your lips once more, only this time the kiss became impatient and frantic. luckily for you both, joão removed his hoodie long before. exploring each other some more, his gentle hands moved their way down to caress your neck and shoulders. gliding his hands back and forth.

"bebê?"

"hmm?"

"i missed you so much," leaning down and whispering against your neck. joão begins leave a trail of kisses up and down your neck. you feel the blood rushing your veins and it leaves you breathless.

"i missed you too babe," you say through small gasps. your own hands finding their rightfully place tangled in his hair.

"lemme show you how much i missed you, yeah?" you nodded your head, giving him a hazy smile. from the kisses alone, you feel warm all over.

"i need to hear those words pretty girl."

"please?"

"please what?"

"show me how much you missed me." joão would always be the person you'd fold for. he had a hold on you that couldn't be explained or expressed into words.

"that i can do."

-

you wake up to your phone loudly ringing from the table near the bed. blindly reaching for it, you pull it to your face to see who was calling. of course, your brother was calling. you groaned and quickly got up, leaning over the bed to grab the discarded tee-shirt. throwing it over your head, you answered the facetime call.

"what do you want?"

"woah, what happened to hi, hello, how are you jude?"

"hi, hello, how are you judith?" you eyed him through the phone with a raised eyebrow.

"i told you to stop calling me that," jude groans and rolls his eyes.

"i told you that will never happen."

"it's not even my name!"

"what do you want jude?"

"mum wanted me to give you a ring, wait."

"what?"

"where are you? because that doesn't look like you're with jobe and dad," he squinted his eyes while looking at the background. "and you don't have your bonnet on."

"mind your business."

"YOU HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND! ooo i'm telling mum."

"shut up, i'm hanging up now."

"wait, who's the guy? do i know him? how long have you known him? did he pick you up from the airport?" jude throws question after question at you. you playfully rolled your eyes and shake your head.

"goodbye jude. i love you and tell mum that i love her too."

"fine, love you too." you hang up and place the phone back on the table. you turn over, snuggling back under the duvet and face joão's bare back. your eyes roaming over his muscles and toned skin.

"i can feel you staring," joão mumbles out.

"sorry, did i wake you?" he turns over to face you and shakes his head.

"no, i was listening to you talk to jude but you didn't wake me up." you run your fingers threw his messy bed hair and move your hand to caress his cheek.

"sorry you had to hear that. jude is just being jude."

grabbing your hand, joão kisses the palm of your hand, "it's okay. i don't mind. although."

"although?" you drag out the word, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"i wish we were exclusive." you immediately pull away from him. "don't do that."

"do what joão?"

"pull away from me," he tries to re-grab your hand, but you wouldn't let him.

"i don't wanna talk about this."

"but i do."

"we've talked about this already."

"what are you so afraid of?"

"drop it," you hop out of the bed and head to the living room. joão is hot on your tail. "you just ruined what could've been a great morning before i left to my dad and brother."

"we had an amazing night! i didn't just fuck you last night, i made love to you. seeing as i'm in love with you."

"please stop."

"we go through this day after day. we have sex, we're on good terms and then when i say something about being exclusive, you shut down. you pull away from me for what?"

"i'm begging you to stop." your voice wobbly to keep your emotions at bay. joão scuffs and walks back to the room.

the rest of the morning is silent as you guys got ready. completely forgetting about breakfast. he drove you to the rent a car center and still didn't utter a word. you felt awkward, being that you've never been in his presence while you guys weren't speaking. you usually were already gone before it got to this point.

"it's not fair to me."

"i know," you whispered, looking down at your shoes.

"call me when you actually want to talk," he leans down to kiss your cheek and turns his back on you. walking towards his car, leaving you with an ache in your chest.

-

the five-hour drive wasn't that bad. all you could think of was joão, what were you so afraid of? he was everything and more, but you wouldn't allow yourself to pursue those feelings. preferring to keep them locked down, buried inside of you. pulling up to your brother's house, you felt like you were going to cry. you couldn't let your dad and brother know anything. jobe swings the door open with a wide grin.

"ello mate!"

"hi jobe," you dryly chuckled, not realizing how much you missed your little brother. the taller boy is quick to pull you into an embrace and just as quick, you breakdown. the tears that come from your eyes falling onto his shirt.

"what's wrong? y/n?" jobe questions, looking towards your dad.

"sweetheart?"

"dad, i ruined things for good," you continued to cry into jobe's arms.

"ruined what sweetpea?"

"me and joão."

"hold up, joão? as in joão félix?" you brother pulls away from the hug to eye you. with teary eyes you nodded.

"THAT'S WHOSE HOUSE YOU WERE AT THIS MORNING?"

"jobe, not now," mark stops the younger boy. shifting to hug you himself. you always loved your parents' hugs, especially in times of despair.

"i'm so telling jude," jobe whispers to himselfand runs back to the house.

-

over the next few days, you stayed in bed to rot. of course, you went to jobe's match but after that you barely did anything. jobe and jude were sick of it. the whole family knew but everyone wanted to give you your space. expect for your brothers.

"y/n!" jobe bursts into the room and closes the door behind him.

"get out."

"me and jude have something to say to you."

jobe flips the camera towards your face and hops into the frame too. you groaned, trying to cover your eyes with the blanket.

"you look like shit," jude's voice rings through the phone speaker.

"you look like this every day."

"rude."

"whatever."

"you're so grumpy," jobe pokes your cheek.

"you guys are bothering me!"

"what's really going on sis?" jude asks.

"i don't know."

"liar," jobe says from beside you.

"fine, i don't know if i can open myself up to him?"

"why?"

"because i don't wanna get hurt."

"he seems like a proper decent guy though," jude says.

"he is more than that," you pout your lip out, hoping to stop the oncoming set of new tears.

"then talk to him."

"he doesn't want to speak with me."

"that's a lie. we had a chat with him. he wants to talk to you," jobe causally says.

"YOU WHAT?" you sit up on the bed with wide eyes.

"the point is, he's waiting for you."

"i hate you guys," you groaned, slapping a hand to face in annoyance. the two boys snicker at your reaction to what they did behind your back.

"we love you too!" they say in unison. once jobe leaves, you get up to shower. looks like a painful conversation is gonna happen sooner than later.

-

"y/n?" joão opens the door to find you standing there.

"hi. can i come in?" you timidly ask the chelsea player.

"are you ready to talk?"

"yes." he steps aside and lets you in. you walked into the familiar house slowly. floki greet you as always.

"sit on the couch. i'm right behind you."

you make your way to the living room and sit down. playing with your finger, as you anxiously wait for joão. he comes in the room a few seconds later. sporting two glasses of water. even when he's slightly upset with you, he still caters to you. your heart melts. handing you a glass, he takes a seat. a gap in the middle of you two.

"i'm sorry."

"why do you keep running away from me? is it something i did?"

"no, never!" you sit the glass on the coffee table.

"then what is it?" he mimics you and sets his glass down too.

"i'm scared."

"of what y/n?" you sighed and looked to the ceiling.

"i'm scared that if I open up and allow myself to have a relationship with you officially, i'll get hurt in the end."

"hurt by what?"

"by you. i'm scared that down the line you'll realize that there is someone better and i get hurt in the end."

"but what if i don't? what if i don't hurt you?" you were rendered speechless. in a way he was completely right. you guys have been going back and forth for months and he hasn't hurt you once. if anything, you were hurting him. the thought of that causes tears to shed.

"don't cry bebê. just let me in and i promise you that i would never hurt you," he wipes the tears from your eyes. you didn't realize that he closed the distance between the two of you. "what do i tell you about my promises?"

"that you always keep them," you whispered with glossy eyes. "i love you so much joão and i'm sorry for hurting you in the process."

"i understand that you were just trying protect yourself. but you don't need to do that with me. i've got you always my love."

you wrap your arms around his neck instantly. his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. his fingers touching the bare skin that peeked out from your top.

"i love you too, just so you know. i always have," he whispers in your ear and hugs you tighter. months of trying to break down your built-up walls. months of loving you when it was hurting him that you weren't completely his. not all of you at least. you were finally his and joão didn't plan on treating it lightly. he was going to treat you exactly how you deserved to treated.

[itrainswhenurhere]

[saeist]

it's no secret to the public that itoshi sae is allegedly in a relationship

there has been speculations from media outlets that the soccer superstar, re al's famed midfielder has been seeing someone behind the public eyes. some sources say he is dating a famous model while some say he's seeing a local girl next door he met at some coffee shop in the streets of madrid

but who really knows?

recently though, a mystery woman (you) has been seen around sae's known manager. you were chatting along with the man that has been with sae since he was 14 when he first moved to madrid. knowing that sae doesn't really hang out with his peers that much, this was certainly a little odd to say the least

who are you to itoshi sae and why are you seemingly close with his team?

this caused an uproar with the media. for the next following weeks after your first appearance with his manager, all interviewees and reporters questions towards sae was "who was the mystery woman seen with your manager?"

sae simply brushes them off with his infamous blunt short ended answers but he manages to shake these media reporters off his back

for now.

however, one candid shot by his fan changed everything

it was just an innocent picture of sae walking along the boarding gates of madrid's international airport when you had accidentally walked into the frame mid picture, wearing what seems to be his tracksuit jacket that's typically reserved for players

so that could only mean one thing..

twitter and tiktok blew up overnight and re al's pr team (mostly sae's team) was in shambles

articles after articles being published left to right about speculations and insider scoops about who you are and your relationship with sae. luckily, you aren't in the spotlight and long before you even started seeing the famed midfielder, your social media accounts were always on private. you had little to no information about you on the internet much to sae's delight. this way his fans and the media that he hates so much can't say much about you since there was nothing to report about you

it's a win win situation

or so he thinks

sae tried. sae tried so hard to keep his relationship off the public's eye but since he was a high profile athlete, all eyes and cameras were almost (if not) always directed at him whether he likes it or not. it's hard to keep things like a whole relationship a secret

it didn't help that sae had managed to tick off a referee during an official game causing him to get suspended for the next 5 official games. something about vulgar language being thrown around. whatever, sae probably meant every single word he threw out in the field. referee or not, sae does not give a single fuck

maybe all this speculation of his profound relationship was getting to him the way he was ticked off by every little thing his team was telling him to do like "don't get caught again" or "try to lower the attitude" and the likes

and how does sae react to his suspension plus all the reprimanding from his pr team? he decides to metaphorically say 'fuck you, fuck this and fuck everything i'm going to expose myself and my relationship so you all could hop off our dicks' by showing up to the next official re al game with you

it was his first official game where he sits out of the match. there he was in all his glory, seated comfortably on the vip section of re al's home stadium all cozy with you, his long time partner

the very same partner that's been seen with his manager and the mystery woman on the infamous itoshi sae airport sighting photo that went viral on twitter a few weeks ago

sae fails to hold in his smirk when all the camera flashes were aimed at him instead of the ongoing game. even if he was off the field, he still manages to take control and lead the scene. talk about immense star power. literally and figuratively

sae leans back on the cushioned seats, lazily throwing an arm around you. pulling you plush against him after hearing whispers and gasps all around the stadium after arriving

he decides to take it up a notch by leaning towards your ear to whisper something, seeing that you were skittish and fidgeting with your hands with all the attention being directly onto you

"relax," sae murmurs in your ear, causing you to tense up as you were not used to all this. if you were being honest, you would've preferred to be kept away from the limelight

"i'm trying. it's just weird feeling all eyes are on us right now" you mumble, strictly keeping your hands on your lap

sae shrugs, turning around to look at all the cameras before he simply mouths, "enjoy the game" before turning back around to watch the game before him

though its looking like no one seems to care about the match anymore. not when the suspended soccer superstar itoshi sae just basically hard launched his relationship after getting suspended from official matches

even if you guys don't check, you all know that social media is going crazy right now. everyone is tweeting, posting about this one hell of a way to hard launch a relationship— unapologetic, direct and straight to the point, just like his passes

you glance at sae, expecting some kind of reaction. maybe a smirk, a knowing smile, the typical bitch face he makes when reporters are around but no. his face remains stoic and calm. not a single thought behind those teal eyes that's just watching the game below without a single care in the world

like the world isn't going crazy at what he just did

that's when you realize something. all these flashing lights, cameras, reporters and the like are nothing to him. it's not another misleading headlines for articles, it's not just a moment, this is him showing to everyone that if you mess with him, he's going to hit back harder in ways you don't expect him to

for what itoshi sae is, he once again proves that he is untouchable

after all, in itoshi sae's world and everyone (with the exception of you) is just living in it

[suni-writings]

Stop hating me.

jude bellingham x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

+18!! mdni

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

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

“Bellingham, we shouldn’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you think, princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[paucubarsisimp]

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

[trentsgirl]

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

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

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

⟡ playing: idk tbh

⟡ masterlist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

clearly, he didn’t appreciate your little prank.

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

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

“i’m stating nothing but the truth.”

it was your turn to roll your eyes.

[afterglowsainz]

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

jealousy | jude bellingham

obsessed with this concept already !!

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

warnings: none

word count: 738

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

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

“someone dm you.” he says.

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

“who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure.” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[v6quewrlds]

❝ darling, j. bellingham. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

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

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

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

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: jude bellingham x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.2k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[amirawrah]

⭐︎we're not current

with JOBE BELLINGHAM⭐︎REQUESTED BY ANON!

synopsis: based on the trend on tiktok 'I'm here with my current boyfriend'

You’d been waiting for Jobe to finish showering for what felt like forever, lying sideways on his bed in your shorts and one of his sweatshirts, scrolling through your TikTok fyp with that slow satisfaction that only came after a full meal and a long cuddle. The apartment was warm, quiet except for the soft hum of a playlist he’d left playing through the speaker. You were visiting him in Sunderland for a long weekend, and the peace you felt being back in his space, in his arms, made the idea of returning back home almost unbearable.

You’d seen the trend earlier that day — the one where girls film their boyfriends with the caption “I’m here with my current boyfriend” and the guy’s reaction is either hilarious confusion, offence, or instant clinginess. You couldn’t help yourself.

So when you heard the bathroom door click open and soft footsteps pad down the hallway, you calmly walked to the dressing table and set it down to get a full frame of the both of you and waited.

Jobe walked in, hair damp, wearing only grey sweats, towel slung over his shoulder. He was still drying off the back of his neck when he looked up and spotted you filming.

He froze. His eyes squinted just slightly, playful suspicion already creeping into his features as he noticed you were filming.

He followed you with his eyes, then with his body, silently padding across the room to stand beside you. His warmth hovered close as he leaned in to look at the screen.

You kept your expression neutral, lips twitching. Then, casually, softly, almost sweetly, you said,

“Hey guys i’m here with my current boyfriend.”

A full beat of silence.

Jobe slowly turned his head toward you, eyes squinting like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

“Current?”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress a grin.

He blinked. “Nah. You’re mad disrespectful for that.”

You laughed, but he didn’t look away. His mouth parted like he wanted to say more, but he just shook his head.

You were fully laughing now, collapsing into the seat in front of the dressing table as he stepped behind you and leaned down, wrapping both arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head.

“Don’t play with me like that,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your hair. “I’m not some temp. I’m the forever boyfriend. Fiancé if you slip up.”

You grinned, tilting your head back to look up at him. “So I’m just supposed to live in fear of a surprise proposal?”

“Not fear,” he said, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Excitement.”

You hummed, skeptical. “You? With your clumsy self?”

He pulled back, offended. “Wow. no gratitude.”

You laughed. “I didn’t say I wasn’t grateful. I’m just saying, if you’re going to propose, maybe let me be the one holding the ring.”

“Some fiancé you'll be,” he said while laughing.

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Jobe!”

He caught it easily and tossed it aside, stepping between your legs again and letting his hands settle gently on your hips. His voice dropped.

“All jokes aside,” he said, gaze locked on yours, “I love you. I don’t care if the world sees it, laughs at it, reposts it, whatever. I’m not going anywhere.”

The air went still for a moment, your heartbeat syncing with the weight of his words. “I love you too,” you said, softer this time. “Even when you say reckless things like Jobe Junior.”

He chuckled, forehead resting against yours. “He’s gonna be so loved though.”

You smiled. “He better be. He’s gonna have your ears.”

“And your attitude,” he said, pulling back with a smirk. “Pray for me.”

You both burst into laughter again, the warmth of it filling the room like a familiar melody.

You and Jobe had your own world. One full of inside jokes, soft kisses, and future plans filled with love and no matter what people said, you already knew—he wasn’t your current boyfriend.

He was your only one.

[lateatnewyork]

both are smaus

[itgirlharmony]

The Brother She Chose ❤️‍🔥

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Mini Summary:

Torn between loyalty and love, Nadia never expected to find herself at the center of a storm between two brothers. One confession shatters the balance. One kiss changes everything. In a winter where friendships blur and feelings collide, she learns that sometimes, the heart doesn’t wait for the right time—it just chooses.

Photo Credit: Jobe Bellingham & Nadiaangelx & Jude Bellingham

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The winter sun hung low in the Birmingham sky, casting a golden hue over the city. Inside Jude’s house, the air was thick with tension. Nadia leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Jude pace like a caged lion.

“Look, Jude,” she said, trying to ease the storm brewing behind his eyes. “I’m flattered, really. But we’ve always been friends. I just don’t see you that way.”

Jude stopped abruptly, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fury. “Friends? You think I’m just some brotherly figure to you? I’ve liked you since last summer! You’re just—”

“Just what?” she shot back, her voice rising. “A girl you can’t have? You think throwing a tantrum will change that?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Jude’s jaw clenched. “I can’t believe you’d laugh at me, Nadia.”

“It wasn’t meant to be rude, Jude. I just—”

But he cut her off. “Forget it.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed in her chest, leaving her feeling hollow.

Nadia turned and left, her heart racing. She needed air, needed to clear her head. A few minutes later, she found herself at Jobe’s house, her best friend since childhood.

“Nadia!” Jobe exclaimed, his face brightening at her arrival. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I just had a conversation with Jude.” Her voice trembled slightly. “It didn’t go well.”

“What did he say?”

She hesitated, then blurted it out. “He told me he likes me. Like, likes me. And when I laughed, he got furious.”

Jobe's eyes darkened. “That’s… unexpected.”

“Unexpected?” she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “He thinks we’re in some romantic movie. He’s my friend!”

But as she spoke, Jobe stepped closer, his expression intense. Something shifted in the air between them.

“Nadia…” he murmured, his voice low. “I’ve always liked you too, you know.”

Her breath hitched. “Jobe, you’re my best friend.”

“I know.” He reached for her hand, pulling her closer. “But you’re more than that to me.”

Before she could process, he kissed her. It was soft at first, a gentle brush of lips, but then it deepened. She melted into him, the warmth of the moment overwhelming.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Jude.

“Don’t answer it,” Jobe whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She hesitated but ended up ignoring it, getting lost in the kiss again.

Minutes slipped by, and when they finally broke apart, Nadia's heart raced as if she'd just completed a marathon.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, realizing what had just happened. “I’m so sorry!”

Jobe’s smile was playful. “No, that was all me. You can’t apologize for something I initiated.”

Nadia bit her lip, her mind whirling. “I should go…”

“Why?” He grabbed her wrist gently. “Stay.”

She found herself smiling, the warmth of their connection pushing away the remnants of her earlier encounter with Jude. “Okay, just for a bit.”

Later that evening, as the families gathered for dinner, the mood was festive yet oddly charged. Jude sat across the table, his expression dark as he pushed peas around his plate. Nadia felt a pang of guilt but shoved it away.

Trying to lighten the mood, she leaned over to Jobe. “What do you call a snowman with a six-pack?”

Jobe raised an eyebrow, amused. “I don’t know. What?”

“An abdominal snowman!”

Laughter erupted around the table, but Jude didn’t join in. He glared at her, resentment simmering beneath the surface.

After dinner, Nadia excused herself, hoping to find some quiet. Jude followed her, frustration radiating off him.

“Why him, Nadia?” he demanded, leaning against the wall. “You could have had anyone!”

“Anyone but you,” she shot back, crossing her arms defiantly. “I’m sorry, but it’s not happening.”

“Then why are you leading him on?” His tone was sharp, but she could hear the hurt behind the bravado.

“I’m not leading anyone on!” she exclaimed. “You’re the one who made it weird!”

Just then, Toby burst into the room, his face twisted in disdain. “What’s going on? You’re not seriously considering Jobe, are you? That heartless—”

“Shut up, Toby!” Jobe shouted, crashing into the room like a thunderstorm. “You don’t get to talk about her like that.”

“Why are you defending her?” Toby sneered.

“Because she’s my girlfriend!” Jobe’s voice boomed, silencing the room.

Nadia’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and disbelief flooding her.

“Girlfriend?” Jude echoed, disbelief etched on his face.

“Yeah,” Jobe said, stepping closer to Toby, his jaw set. “And you can take your opinions and shove them. She’s not heartless; she’s my choice.”

Nadia felt a swell of warmth. “Jobe…”

He turned to her, his expression softening. “Are you okay with this?”

“More than okay,” she said, her heart soaring.

Toby threw his hands up in defeat. “This is ridiculous,” he spat, storming out.

Jude stood there, expression unreadable. “I… I need some air.”

As he left, Nadia felt a twinge of sadness, but Jobe slipped his hand into hers, grounding her.

“Ready to face the world?” he asked, his smile infectious.

“Always,” she replied, leaning into him.

In that moment, they both knew they’d weather any storm together, their hearts entwined in a way that felt just right.

[girlsforxiao]

⎯ Listen to me ꒰ 𐙚 ꒱

⌢ ꒰੭. Jude bellingham x fem reader 𐙚 porn with plot, smut (mdni) fingering, creampie, jealous/makeup ?? sex

You and Jude are peacefully spending the last of his off days together until your ex calls...

︴a/n: I don't like this but I was inspired by this one post (ill link if I find, edit: found it ) so here it is <33 not proofread! Eng not my first language!

WC: 3K

The dim glow of candlelight bathed the table in warmth, casting shadows that flickered across Judes features. You sat across from him, your laugh soft and melodic, the kind of sound that always seemed to settle something restless in his chest.

“You’re really gonna eat all of that?” he teased, nodding at the plate of pasta you were twirling expertly with your fork.

You shot him a mock glare, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “I’m hungry, sue me.”

Jude leaned back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face as he watched you. You were stunning, your hair catching the light, eyes sparkling in that way that always made him forget everything else.

Tonight felt easy. Right.

And then your phone buzzed.

You glanced at the screen and froze for half a second—just long enough for Jude to notice. “I should get this,” you said, already sliding your chair back.

“Right now?” he asked, eyebrows raising slightly.

“It’ll just take a minute,” you assured him, giving his hand a quick squeeze before stepping away from the table.

Jude watched you retreat, the sway of your dress as you moved toward the quieter edge of the restaurant. You brought the phone to your ear, expression shifting, softening in a way that made something in his stomach tighten.

The candlelight between them flickered, suddenly feeling dimmer.

He couldn’t hear much from where he sat, just the low hum of your voice. You laughed at something, head tilting to the side, the smile on your lips beautiful, easy, familiar.

Jude’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to look away, staring at the glass of wine in front of him instead. It was nothing, he told himself. People had exes. It wasn’t a big deal.

But his eyes betrayed him, snapping back to you as you shifted your weight, playing with a strand of hair behind your ear while the conversation stretched on.

When you finally returned to the table, sliding back into your seat, Jude gave you a small, tight smile.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone even, casual.

You simply nodded, setting the phone down face-up between them. “Yeah, just an old friend catching up.”

“Friend?” he echoed, leaning forward slightly.

You hesitated—barely, but he caught it. “My ex,” you quietly admitted with a shrug, like it was nothing. “We’re still on good terms.”

Jude nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to your phone. Good terms. Right.

He wanted to let it go, he really did, but the image of your smile while on the call refused to leave his mind.

The candlelight between you two seemed colder now, the distance across the table suddenly feeling much larger than it had just moments ago.

Jude leaned against the counter of your kitchen, sipping his coffee as you perched on the stool across from him. Scrolling through your phone, lips curved into a faint smile, the kind that usually made his heart skip.

But tonight, it wasn’t for him.

“Something funny?” he asked, keeping his tone light, casual.

You glanced up briefly. “Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just—” the phone buzzed again, and you cut yourself off, thumbing the screen quickly to reply.

Jude loved you, he knew you loved him. You were his everything. You two have been together for a while now, you both knew eachother families and friends. But there was something deep in his spirit that was telling him to be cautious.

He watched you for a moment, the way your fingers danced over the keyboard, the way your smile lingered even after the message was sent. The coffee in his mug had gone cold, but he barely noticed.

“Who’s that?” he asked playfully, or atleast tried to, already knowing the answer.

You glanced at him, expression almost guilty before you tucked the phone away. “It’s just James,” you said, tone airy, dismissive.

James. The ex. Judes’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, keeping his face neutral. “He texts you a lot,” he said, an observation more than an accusation.

You frowned slightly, playing with a strand of hair behind your ear. “He’s going through a rough patch with his family,” you said. “We’re just friends, Jude. You know that.”

“Sure,” he said, setting the mug down with a little more force than necessary. “I mean, I’d text my ex too if I needed... emotional support.”

Your eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. “Jude, it’s not like that. I know his family”

He pushed off the counter, running a hand over his shoulder. Habit. “Right. Of course not.”

It wasn’t just the texts.

You two were at your favorite diner a few days later, the last of Judes days off spent together.

But later, James showed up.

You spotted him first, face lighting up in a way that made Jude's stomach sink.

“James?” you called, waving him over before Jude could react.

He watched, stiff and silent, as James sauntered over, his easy grin making Jude ’s eyes roll.

“There you are,” James said, leaning in for a hug that lingered just a second too long. “It’s been a while.”

Jude forced a tight smile as James turned to him, extending a hand. “Jude. I'm more of an Atletico guy but you're incredible, great to meet you.”

“Yeah,” Jude said, gripping Jame's hand maybe a little harder than necessary. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

James laughed, settling into the booth beside Eve like he belonged there. “All good things, I hope.”

Jude didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as Simon and Eve fell into easy conversation, laughing about some inside joke he didn’t understand. He tried to focus on his food, on the soft hum of the diner, but all he could hear was the sound of bitter laughter.

He's worth millions of euros, he's played in some of the biggest stadiums, shaked hands with unimaginable stars across football but this James guy made him feel inexplicably small.

He knows he shouldn't feel this way. If James really was going through something, you were just being you. Helpful, loyal, kind. A fraction of reasons as to why he loved you. But he couldn't shake this weird feeling, maybe it was the athlete in him, used to trusting his gut.

By the time you both got back to your apartment, Jude's patience was hanging by a thread.

“Do you really not see it?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

You frowned, kicking off your shoes by the door. “See what?”

“James,” he said, the name tasting bitter in his mouth. “He’s not just ‘an old friend,’ he wants you back.”

You sighed, walking closer to him, the pout on his face cute but it is not the time. “You’re overreacting, Jude”

“Am I?” he shot back, his frustration spilling over. “Because he seems pretty comfortable showing up wherever we are, calling you, texting you like he’s still—”

“Still what?” You interrupted, voice rising. “We’re friends. He's going through something. That’s it. You’re reading too much into this.”

Jude let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Right. I’m just the jealous boyfriend who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Before you could respond he walked away. Plopping himself on your couch, flicking through shows to watch.

The words hung in the air between the two of you, heavy and final, and for the first time in a long time, Jude didn’t know what to say.

Just two days left before Jude had to fly back to Madrid, he knew he had to hit the gym. Keep himself sane.

Jude's breath came in sharp bursts as he slammed the punching bag again, the thud of his fists echoing in the empty room. Sweat dripped down his temple, and his knuckles stung, but he didn’t stop. Not yet.

Jame's face kept flashing in his mind. The easy smile, the familiar way he leaned into your space, the way your laugh seemed brighter when she was around him.

Jude growled low in his throat, landing another brutal hit on the bag. He replayed the moments in his mind— the way Jame's eyes lingered on you when you weren't looking, the subtle flirtation in his tone, the way he always seemed to be in the right place at the right time.

Jude hit the bag again, harder this time, the chain creaking under the force.

“You alright, man?” one of the trainers called from across the room.

Jude sheepishly chuckled– snapping out of it, stepping back and shaking out his hands. “Yeah! More of a legs guy, guess I didn't know my own strength." He joked, moving towards the bench behind him.

For a moment, he considered confronting you, laying it all out, telling you exactly what he saw and how he felt. But the memory of the last argument lingered, you thought he was overreacting.

Was he?

Jude scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake off the heavy weight pressing down on him. If he wasn’t careful, his emotions would push you away.

But if he did nothing, if he just stood by and let that prick worm his way back into your heart...

Jude's jaw tightened. No. That wasn’t going to happen.

He stood, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. He needed a plan. Something to clear his head. Something to remind you—remind James—exactly who you belonged to.

Jude leaned back on the couch, arm draped over your shoulders as a movie played in the background. His focus wasn’t on the screen, though—not when your laughter bubbled softly from beside him. It was the kind of night he loved, just the two of you.

Then your phone buzzed.

You grabbed it, glancing at the screen. Jude caught the faint flicker of hesitation before you answered.

“Hey,” you said, tone lighter, warmer than he expected.

Jude’s eyes rolled as he heard the unmistakable voice on the other end. James.

You shifted slightly, body turning away from Judes as you spoke into the phone, your voice soft, almost playful. “Yeah, no, it’s fine. What’s up, everything okay?”

He tried to ignore it, eyes fixed on the TV, but every word exchanged felt like a needle under his skin. When the call ended, you set the phone down and gave him a small smile, but he didn’t return it.

“Really?” he asked, his voice calm but edged.

“Right, they always end up picking the house that's bound to be haunted,” You said, gesturing towards the screen.

“True– but I mean, James. Again.”

"Here you go, reading too much into things, can we just enjoy the movie?"

“You’re so fucking annoying,” he breathed suddenly, as he moved on top of you “I’m reading too much into this? Seriously?”

You felt heat rise in her chest, your confusion bubbling over into anger. And an odd sensation between your thighs now that he hovered over you. The sudden movement really making you look at him.

“I’m being annoying? You know what, Bellingham? Maybe James should—”

Before you could finish his lips hungrily chased yours, you almost instantly forgot why you were heating up but gently you lay your hand against his chest, a weak attempt to push him off.

When he broke the kiss you let out a quiet whine, he picked up on it and smirked while sitting back and (unfortunately) climbing off of you. But it was too late, you changed your mind, you need him. You could care less about James. This movie was too predictable anyway.

"I'm sorry– it's just you don't fucking listen,'" he breathed as you straddled his lap. It was your turn to be on top of him.

“You don’t trust me now? Is that what this is about?” you whispered, your desperation met with deep brown eyes.

“It’s not about you,” he murmured, his voice tight and raspy from the kiss. “It’s about that fucking prick. About the way he looks at you, like he thinks he still has a shot. Like he doesn’t care that you’re my girl. My everything."

“I fucking hate sharing you,” he said softly, “Even a little bit. Even for a moment. I want you all to myself. Sorry."

Your voice catches a gasp as his lips glide down your throat. Involuntarily your body presses against his, warmth rushing to your cheeks. "Don't be sorry...James is..."

His hands start to slowly roam your body, earning gasps from you as your back arches, legs tightening around him. Your body sinfully reacting to his touch.

“Jude, he's not...”

“Shh,” he murmurs, lips pressed to your neck, sending tiny shivers through your body every time he speaks.

“Shh. Be good. Listen to me.”

His hands snake towards your shorts, fingertips like fire against your skin. His lips graze a tender spot just above your collarbone, causing heat to bloom between your thighs, you want to scream.

"Why are you so annoying?" He sighed as he pulled your shorts down then your underwear, fondling your ass as you moaned, at a lose for words, "Jude..."

"I'm going back to train soon and you've been spending all your time with him?" His hand moving between your folds. His fingers moving in slow lazy circles over your clit, your face drops to the crook of his neck,

"Could he make you feel like this?"

You shook your head almost violently, "Jude– nghh! Please..." He smirked—not something you could hear, but something you felt, soft and electric against your skin.

He traced a finger between your folds, taking note of how wet you were. He's barely touched you. "I hope this wetness," he slips a finger inside, "Is for me." Your body jolts like a surge of electricity has ran through you.

You whimper, an intense knot forming in your stomach. Your legs began to tremble as your pussy is stretched around the second finger, you kissed him, sloppy and wet. Afraid of the vulgarity that was about to escape your lips if you didn't keep your mouth occupied. His long fingers started thrusting in and out of you and you couldn't take it.

"Jude I'm gonna—!" before you knew it you'd drenched his hand in your release, panting heavily as you gaze at him. His eyes now half lidded looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.

For a moment you just stare at eachother then he went in for another kiss, starting off soft but quickly turning hungry, wet.

You felt his hand move around beneath your legs then you realized he'd taken his shorts off too, "You'll take me like a good girl, yeah?" But before you could answer he plunged inside of you, instantly you clenched around him, Jude wasting no time bucking into your wet pussy.

You rock your hips, Jude tries to suppress his moans but he too has been lost to lust, both of you filling your living room with moans of pleasure and the sounds of harsh slapping skin. You catch his stare, intense and searing, as if he’s memorizing every detail of you. The way you whimpered for him, the way your breath trembled against his skin...

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, then you feel the knot in your stomach again, tighter this time. Through the squelches and grunts you cry, "Ohmygod Judejudejude 'mgonna come, fuck–" he cut you off with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Be quiet–" he grunts out followed by a thrust that makes your eyes shoot open.

Thick streams of cum burst in you, your arms weakly curling around him for support. As both your breaths steadied, he gently helped you off him. Juices still oozing out of you.

He cleaned you up with care and handed you a fresh pair of underwear and shorts. The room had fallen into a quiet, peaceful stillness, save for the faint hum of the night outside and the movie credits rolling on the tv.

Jude leaned back against the couch, his chest still rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. You now rested against him, your head on his shoulder, hand tracing idle patterns over his chest.

Neither of you spoke for a long time, the earlier tension between you both had softened now, replaced by something warm.

Jude was the first to break the silence, his voice low and hesitant. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

You tilted your head to look at him, fingers pausing against his skin. “For what? or is this post-nut clarity?” you joked, earning a 'hey!' from him.

“No seariously, for… losing it back there,” he admitted, his brown eyes focused on the ceiling as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to meet your gaze. That's why he was looking at you so much during sex. It was easier. “I shouldn’t have let it get to me like that.”

You frowned, propping yourself up slightly to look at him more directly. “Jude, you were upset. It’s okay to feel that way.”

“But I didn’t listen, neither did you but,” he said, his tone heavy with regret. “I let my jealousy get the better of me instead of trusting you like I should have.”

You sighed softly, your hand moving to his cheek to guide his gaze back to yours. “You’re allowed to feel jealous, Jude. I get it. I should’ve seen how all this was affecting you sooner. My words of post-nut clarity, if you will.” you giggled.

His lips twitched into a smile, you werent sure if it was at your lame joke though. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s just… I know how these things can go. How people can linger where they’re not wanted. And I guess… I don’t want to lose you to someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you said softly, leaning in to press you forehead against his. “James is my past, Jude. You’re my present—and my future.”

He closed his eyes at your words, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as he wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you even closer. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that,” he whispered.

"There is something else though," he said and you looked at him again, "Hm?"

"Do you have a thing for the letter 'J'?"

You smiled against his skin, your voice lightening as you teased, ��Maybe."

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

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

[jsprnt]

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

jude bellingham x reader

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

W/C: 1.936

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he hadn’t gone out..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nod, looking up and grabbing onto his hands.

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

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

you nod again, humming in response.

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

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