dorabellingham

[dorabellingham]

Get out of bed

warnings: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: when after a night at the club you are needy

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The sun came in softly through the curtains of the hotel room, filtering the golden light of the morning as a gentle reminder that the day had already begun some time ago. But there, under the messy sheets and the shared heat, you didn't seem at all interested in getting up.

Jude was lying on his side, fiddling with his cell phone with laziness, still a kind of hangover from the night before. You had returned from the club in Ibiza laughing so much that you were slow to fall asleep - and now, almost eleven in the morning, he just wanted another half hour of peace. Until you start with that.

The first kiss came on the shoulder. A quick and almost innocent kiss, which he barely really felt.

-Humm...

He murmured, without taking his eyes off his cell phone.

The second kiss came just below the back of his neck, hot, longer, with the tip of his nose touching his skin. The cell phone was already half forgotten in the hand. The third came soon after, a cute snap on the side of the jaw, and this time he already smiled, his eyes still closed.

-You want something, right, babe?

He asked, without turning around, but already knowing.

You didn't answer. He just smiled against his skin and slid his hand down his chest under the wide T-shirt he wore to sleep. You kissed again, now in the little curve between the jaw and the neck, slower, leaving a trail of heat.

—Y/n...

-Humm?

You made the innocent, your mouth too close to his ear for him to focus on anything else in the world.

He finally put down his cell phone and turned around, finding your bright eyes close by, shining with that naughty face of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

-You're not at all sorry for making me drink four drinks yesterday, are you?

He said, the deep voice of sleep, the smile already surrendering.

-No regrets, Jude.

You whispered, and kissed his chin.

-Do you think this will convince me to get out of bed?

You bit your lip, as if you were deciding. Then he leaned your forehead against hos and, very quietly, murmured:

-I don't want you to get up.

He laughed, pulling you by the waist.

-Oh, now I understand.

-It Took a while, sweetie.

He turned the two sideways, making you laugh softly while fitting his body to yours. Both of you stayed like this for a moment, hugged, your noses almost touching, your eyes are with sleep, but hearts racing.

-If you continue with these little kisses there...

He threatened, but the voice had no reprimand. It was more of a lazy, almost complicit warning.

-What?

You asked, pretending innocence and already glueing another kiss on the corner of his mouth.

-We'll be late for coffee.

-No coffee is worth more than that here, babe.

You said, fingers tracing circles on his chest, lips brushing his only lightly.

Bellingham let out a laughing sigh and rolled with you in his arms, until the two were in the middle of the bed again. You stood on top for a moment, with your hair falling like a curtain around the face of the two, your knees resting on each side of his body.

-You're trying to seduce me, honey?

He provoked, the crooked smile on his lips.

-I'm doing it?

-You already got it in the first kiss.

You smiled, one of those satisfied and soft smiles that she rarely let slip. And then, instead of answering, you just lowered his mouth to his slowly, the kiss now without any hurry - hot, deep, intimate.

When you walked away, just for a moment, the two were looking at each other in silence. Those looks that said it all, which confirmed that even in jokes and provocations, there was a bond there. Strong. Real.

-You're crazy about me.

Jude whispered, with a hoarse voice.

-Don't etry to play hard. -You replied, smiling against his skin. -You practically beg for my kisses.

-Not to beg. Accept with pleasure.

You laughed out loud, lying next to him again, and pulling him by the T-shirt until he got closer. Jude leaned his head on your neck, still laughing, and the two stood there, hugging, breathing together. Silence between you was not empty. It was full of everything. From the heat of the skin touching skin. From the sound of synchronised breaths. Of the light weight of a body that already knows the other well, and the lightness of those who don't need to run to get anywhere.

You still traced circles on his chest with your fingertip, distracted, but every gesture was intentional. It was as if you were drawing there a secret that only the two of them knew. He didn't say anything, but the way his hand slid slowly, exploring the contours of his collarbone, already delivered more than any word could.

He opened his eyes slowly, his face still half hidden in his neck.

-You're going to kill me from the heart if you continue like this, Y/n.

He murmured, his voice muffled by her skin.

-I'm just here... lying down.

You provoked, clearly lying, your fingers now walking along the line of his belly, under the T-shirt.

He laughed again, low, a hot laugh that vibrated against his body.

-Lying down? You're a weapon of seduction in snooze mode.

-Snooze mode is irresistible, you know? -you turned your face to whisper in his ear, your lip almost touching -Everything slower, closer, more... sensitive.

The boy squeezed his eyes, as if he needed strength not to get carried away completely.

-Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?

-I Have. And I love it, Bellingham.

He rested his elbow on the mattress and got up a little, just enough to look into his eyes. The hair went down like waves around the face, and the seh smile was that half sideways, full of intention, but also of tenderness. A kind of look that said: "we play, but I'm really here".

Jude reached out and gently pushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

-We should get up...

He murmured, more out of habit than out of will.

You tilted your head, pretending to think.

-We really should?

He let out a heavy sigh, as if he was losing a battle that deep down he didn't even want to win.

-Okay, okay... you won.

-I always win.

-Arrogant.

-Sincere.

You smiled against his skin and started a trail of slow kisses by the chest, now under the T-shirt. He closed his eyes, giving himself to the touch, to the small pressures, to the way you knew exactly the points that made him shiver.

-That's torture, love...

You went back up, your body sliding over his until the faces were glued again. They were nose to nose. Mouth to mouth. Breathing with breathing.

-You can ask me to stop.

You said softly, the provocation hidden behind the sweetness of the voice.

-Not even in a thousand years.

The kiss that came later was deeper, more surrendered. You leaned on him with a little more strength, letting the body align with his. There was no hurry, just the delight of proximity. The tension that grew like an electric wire between the two, but still contained, still playing at the limit of what was just affection and what was something else.

[dorabellingham]

Hiii, guys! How have you been living? I hope everyone is well and healthy in this time my missing.

As you know since the beginning of the year I have drastically decreased the amount of one shots that were posted here on the account and my engagement is very low so... I wanted to ask for the collaboration so that if something of mine appears in your timeline or you really like it, leave a like and a reblog. This will help me a lot.

Kissesssss for you babies 🍒

[dorabellingham]

Can you do more hector fort please

Of course! Is there any specific theme you want with him?

[dorabellingham]

Alè’s face card >>>>>>>

[dorabellingham]

So small

warnings: smut; sinze kink.

characters: hector x fem!reader

summary: when after a game he wants to do something.

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Your apartment was still a little dark when the door opened with a muffled click. You didn't even move. You continued sitting on the arm of the sofa, your legs swinging slowly, as if you hadn't spent the last twenty minutes in silent agony.

Hector entered with heavy steps, the training backpack thrown on the floor anyway. The uniform already half unbuttoned, the bands on the wrists, the skin still shining with sweat and adrenaline. He didn't say anything - he just looked at you. The expression on his face was not that of a boy coming home. It was that of a hungry man. A silent predator, holding self-control like someone holding a rope that is too thin.

-You won, babe!

You said, the voice calm, but the eyes lit.

-Uhum -He murmured, taking off his sneakers with a slow kick. -Three to one. Did you watch it?

You nodded. Hector got close, and even without touching you, he already made you shrink. His smell - sweat, grass, deodorant mixed with hot skin - filled the space between them. You raised your chin slowly, staring at him, knowing what was coming.

He put one of his hands on your waist, so big that it almost covered all the space between your ribs and hip. The difference in size always left you breathless, but there, with him still sweaty and panting, it was almost brutal.

-You came straight from the field, Hector.

You whispered.

-I couldn't get through the house. I missed you so much. I was dying to see you.

The second hand ended up behind the thigh. You stood up, or tried - but he lifted you up so easily that you gasped. Your feet came out of the floor and soon you ended up against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

-You're so small, amor...-He murmured against your neck, his lips hot and hungry. -It's unbelievable how you can leave me like this.

-Just like that?

He pushed his hip against you, and a low moan escaped from your lips, feeling the volume pressed against your thin panties.

-Like this. Out of me.

Your T-shirt was pulled over your head and thrown on the floor. He looked at you as if each curve was new, even after so long. The big hands ran down your waist, went up the ribs, almost as if testing if you still fit between his fingers.

Your fingers grab the hair on the back of his neck, pulling with a sigh.

-Show me. Everything. But... slowly at first, honey.

-I promise, mi reina.

He whispered, carrying you to the room with firm steps.

The bed wasn't even used properly - he put you on your knees on the mattress, and you could barely reach him with your arms outstretched. The height difference was absurd. He enveloped you like an ocean.

When he took off your shorts and ran your fingers over your soaked panties, you bit your lip hard.

-Look at this, mi amor. You can barely hold me with those little hands... and you still want everything from me?

You nodded, eyes shining.

-I want it. Give me everything, Hector. Let me feel how big you are... and mine.

He moaned low, as if it broke some dam inside him. He tore off his own shirt, threw the wrist protectors on the floor and bent down. He pulled your panties with his teeth, slowly, and his tongue found it hot, precise, intense.

You arched your body, moaning loudly, clinging to the sheet. When he finally climbed again and fit behind you, the world seemed suspended. He passed the glans slowly, testing the limits, his breathing failing against the back of your neck.

-Are you sure, Y/n?

-Please, Fort.

He entered little by little. Very little by little. You bit your own arm, trying not to scream. It was awesome. It was always too much. And that's what you loved the most.

He moved with a firm, deep rhythm, slow enough for you to feel every centimetre. The bed creaked under you, and his hand - only one - held your waist tightly, guiding, protecting.

-You're perfect for me, Y/n. - he said, between his teeth. -Just for me. So tight, so small. And put up with me every time.

You didn't answer with words. You just moaned, loud, shameless, feeling the pleasure accumulate too fast.

-Babe... I'm going...

-Go ahead. I want to see you break for me.

You fell with a muffled scream, your whole body shaking. He held it, still inside, waiting. He kissed the curve of your back. And only after that, he allowed himself to cum too - intense, panting, almost kneeling behind you, as if he revered you.

You both fell on the mattress, mixed, sweaty, panting.

-I should carry you on my lap forever.

He murmured, with a sweaty smile on his face.

-Take me - you replied, pulling his chin for a kiss. - But let me walk tomorrow. Please.

He laughed against your mouth.

-No hay promesas aquí.

[dorabellingham]

at first, thank you @justicharge and @greyishbach for tagging me, kisses for you two 😝

1. My eyes, the classic bambi eyes

2. The ease of being able to memorise anything quickly, be it college subject, dates...

3. I don't care what others think about me

4. My way of being nice to anyone, in Brazil they say I have "mayor" syndrome

5. I'm always willing to change

tagging: @pinkishpearls @halamadridynadamasblog @midnight-cherry5 @judes-baeeee

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!

Bwhahaha ok!

1. My awesome writing skills

2. The birthmark on the inside of my pinky finger

3. My eyes

4. My smarts

5. The fact that I care about others

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[dorabellingham]

Want you

warnings: light smut and few words in spanish

characters: alejandro x fem!reader

summary: when in an attempt to speak Spanish you ends up seducing your boyfriend.

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The night had already completely plummeted in Barcelona, the city lights flashing lazily through the windows while the apartment was swallowed by a comfortable gloom. After all the absurdly intense day they had lived - a mixture of desire, love, laughter, and moans loud enough for the neighbour to want to exorcise the building - it was almost funny to see you so determined... and so miserably defeated by your own body.

You were sitting on the end of the bed, still wrapped only in a giant towel, desperately trying to maintain dignity. Trying, because your legs trembled again, as if your balance centre had given up on existing, and the cheeks were so hot that they seemed incandescent.

Alejandro, with the training shirt thrown on his shoulder and his hair wet from the bath water, was dropped on the armchair, watching her with an absolutely funny smile.

It was the most beautiful and dangerous vision in the world: relaxed, beautiful, the dark body still with drops sliding through the hot skin, as if it were the very embodiment of a sexual curse.

You took a deep breath, forcing your head to work, you needed to say something. Do something but Spanish? The damn Spanish, which you spoke with a comfortable fluency on a daily basis, has simply evaporated from your mind now. Every word seemed to disappear under a tsunami of desire.

-Yo... -You started, stopping immediately because even your voice seemed to want to moan alone. He closed his eyes for a second, focussing. Go for it, Y/n, for God's sake.

Alejandro arched an eyebrow, the crooked smile growing even more, as if he knew exactly the inner hell you were living.

You tried again.

-Yo te quiero... - his gaze shone, intense. You felt your own body react immediately, as if every centimetre was begging you to finish that sentence soon.

You stuck at the last word, held your breath. Which verb? Which conjugation? Something, dear, for the love of everything that is sacred!

Alejandro dropped his shirt on the armchair and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs, looking at you as if he were seeing the eighth wonder of the world.

You gathered everything you had: all the Spanish learned in the hammer, all the hormonal forces that were exploding inside you, and you managed to release, in a hoarse thread of voice:

-Yo te quiero dar.

The silence that followed was almost theatrical.

Alejandro blinked once, slowly, as if he were processing, and then, an absolutely predatory smile opened on his lips, so beautiful and so dangerous that you were sure you had signed your own death sentence.

-Give me what, amor?

He asked, his voice hoarse, low, dirty with intention.

You wanted to disappear. Or jump on it immediately. Or maybe both. You bit your lower lip, feeling between ridiculous and unbearably provocative, and replied, with the little dignity that remained:

-All.

Alejandro got up slowly from the armchair, like a predator who already knew that the prey was not going to run away. You were hypnotised, your eyes wide, your heart racing so much that it looked like it was going to explode.

He approached, squatting in front of you, and ran his hands over your thighs with an absurd bow, as if he were touching something sacred.

-I'm going to accept you all, then.

He murmured, with his mouth already brushing against your skin.

You let out a nervous laugh, your whole body vibrating under the touch. But the next second, Alejandro lifted you in his arms again - as if you weighed nothing - and gently threw her back on the bed.

You didn't even have time to react before feeling his weight and warmth on you, his hot mouth on yours, your hands mapping your body as if he was decorating every centimetre again. And at that moment, with his tongue invading your mouth, with firm hands and Spanish words mixed with heavy sighs, you could only think of one thing:

Thank you Spanish gods for helping me conjugate the verb.

The room seemed to decrease around you, as if the whole world came down to the heat of the bodies, the heavy breathing, the hoarse words that Alejandro whispered in your ear with that voice of sin. You felt every muscle of his body moving on yours - a perfect dance, almost slow, loaded with a caress that mixed with the electrical voltage that tore the air. Alejandro wasn't in a hurry, not even remotely. He explored you with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, as if he had all the time in the world, as if he wanted to record in his memory every chill he caused in you.

You squirmed under him, your sensitive skin, your senses begging for more, for everything. You let out a low moan when he felt his hand slide down the side of your body, so gently that it hurt. Balde smiled against your neck and lightly bit your thin skin, leaving a hot trail that made her shudder from head to toe.

-¿Todo, sí?

He whispered, repeating your words with a malicious smile.

You just moaned in response, pulling him closer, lightly scratching his wide back, feeling the muscles contract under your fingers. You wanted everything. You wanted to get lost in it. You wanted to forget that the world existed.

[dorabellingham]

Can you love me?

warnings: none, just a few words in spanish

characters: pedri x mom!reader

summary: when you've been suffering from hormones and he's all careful

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The smell of Spanish food invaded the house strongly, a warm aroma of golden garlic, thick tomato sauce and fresh spices, making the kitchen look like one of those old Italian movies that you liked to see before bed. Pedri, in a tight white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, was in total chef mode, carefully turning the sauce in the frying pan while humming softly some bachata in Spanish.

-Babe?

Your voice came, loaded with something undefined, dragged and provocative, from the kitchen door.

Pedri didn't even look at first. He was too focussed on not letting the sauce splash on his shirt -after all, that was your favourite.

-I'm already finishing here, mi amor. Five more minutes and the dough is on point...

-You don't understand what's going on here.

You murmured, and the tone of your voice made him turn slowly.

You were leaning against the door, wearing a short and tight dress that perfectly shaped the six-month belly. You had pinned your hair in a loose bun, some strands falling loose, and the red lipstick you wore made an absurd contrast with your intense skin and eyes. But what paralysed the guy was the look. That look. Hunger, but not for food.

-Y/n...-He warned, already tense, turning his eyes to the pot by instinct. -You're pregnant.

-I'm pregnant. Not dying!

You answered, walking towards him in slow steps, almost choreographed.

Pedri looked again, this time more nervous. You reached him, ran your hands around his waist, and put your chin on your husband's broad shoulder.

-You know I don't want dinner now, right?

You whispered in his ear, with a deep and sweet voice like a slow sin.

He swallowed drily.

—Cariño...

-I really miss having you. Of you looking at me and not seeing me as a crystal ball that will break.

He turned slowly, his eyes going down to his belly, then returning to his.

-You know I want you. Always. But... you're six months pregnant. The baby kicks all the time now. I don't know, amor. No quiero hacerte daño.

You ran your fingers around his neck, brushing lightly up to his jaw, with that touch that always disassembled him.

-You won't make mistakes. I'm not asking for a marathon, Pedro. I'm asking you to look at me as a woman. Not only as our baby's mother. I'm still Y/n. The one you loved to pull in the middle of the room when no one was watching.

-I still love it.

He whispered, his voice failing.

You laughed, glueing your body to his.

-Then prove it, darling.

And that's where he lost any remnant of rationality that he was still trying to maintain. He turned the stove of the pot until it went out with a click, abandoned the spoon, and pulled slowly until you sat on the kitchen counter, the bodies finally aligning without interruptions.

-Do you have any idea what it makes me feel every time you look at me like that? -He murmured against your lips. -Siento que voy a explotar.

-That's exactly how I feel with you ignoring my internal fire for two weeks. -you provoked, laughing against his mouth. -Two weeks, babe. You're torturing me.

He let out a muffled laugh, leaning his forehead against yours.

-No more. I promise. Come here, let's go to bed. Now. The dinner that awaits.

-Finally.

You laughed together, hands intertwinged, hearts beating in tune.

And when he carried you in his arms to the room, with all the delicacy of a man who loves too much, you knew: it didn't matter the time, the phases, the body changing, the world outside - between you, passion was non-negotiable. And that night, love spoke louder than any fear.

[dorabellingham]

Beach or?....

warnings: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you go for a walk on the beach and end up flert with him

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The day was perfect, mild sun, very clear blue sky, that good wind coming from the sea and the warm sand under your feet. Jude had planned the morning carefully: he carried the backpacks, chose the quietest beach in the region, put Leo's small board in the car just in case he wanted to play on the side and even separated a snack with cut fruit! -he barely knew how to cut tomatoes when you met.

You only laughed when you saw his excitement, thrown into the passenger seat with sunglasses, with the bikini under the light dress and the loose hair dancing with the breeze.

-You look like a first-time father on a school outing.

-And you look beautiful.

He replied, without even thinking.

You gave a corner smile. It was impossible to fight with him when he said these things in that automatic way, as if your beauty was an absolute truth and not something you were still rebuilding little by little.

The beach he chose was not so famous, but it was beautiful - with clear waters, few families, almost no paparazzi (miracle of miracles), and a strip of sand good enough for your baby to play and both of you to relax without worry.

You installed the towel, the umbrella, put on a protector to avoid any discomfort later and sat cuddling while he ran to wet his feet.

-This is my kind of perfect day, did you know, babe?

You said softly, your head resting on his shoulder.

-You, me, Leo and the sea?

Jude asked casually, caressing your face with the tip of his nose.

-And your hand holding mine, with no one to judge.

But the peace lasted... well, enough to look like a dream. Because it was only when your boyfriend got up to get more water from the backpack and walk to the back of the beach that the unusual situation began.

The woman was more or less the same age as you two. White, tall, sculptural body, tiny bikini and a floor that clearly knew it drew attention. When shw crossed paths with Jude, she smiled widely and didn't stop there.

You, lying on your side on the towel, with sunglasses and hat, watched everything in silence. That woman ran her hand through her hair, laughed at something she clearly invented to bring up the subject, and put her hand on his arm as if they were childhood acquaintances.

To you who meditated, did therapy and repeated mantras mentally tried to breathe. To you jealous, dramatically and emotionally committed to monogamy, I wanted to get up and pull the girl by the blonde strands.

But you didn't move. Still.

Bellingham, who was nice by nature and blinded by you even on a cloudy day, answered something briefly, smiled politely and pointed out where he was with his family. But the woman didn't seem to understand limits or education. She gave one last giggle and touched his shoulder again. You squeezed the canga as if it were the girl's neck.

-Wretth. -You murmured through your teeth, low enough for anyone to hear. -Go laugh to your grandmother, bitch.

-Look at this, my God, she touched again. Again! Jude, I swear by everything that is most sacred—

You were grumbling alone like a crazy in love, looking like an owl with sunglasses, with your eyes sparkling behind the lenses. And that's when he finally came back, with a bottle of water in his hand and a wide smile on his face.

-Is everything okay here, darling?

He asked, as if he hadn't left a trail of hormonal tension on the way.

-Oh, everything is great. I was here enjoying my life as a betrayed girlfriend.

-What?

He laughed, sitting down again and handing over the water.

-I'm talking about that one over there, the Victoria's Secret model with a crisis of need. She touched you about three times. Three. You should apply alcohol gel.

-Darling...

He started laughing, even more so when he saw that you were really angry.

-Don't laugh, Jude Victor. It's not funny. I was here being a sucker, seeing you all handsome, and the woman thinking you were a bingo prize.

—Bingo prize, Y/n?

-Yeah, like that microwave that everyone wants, but only one takes.

He laughed, he really laughed, throwing his head back, with the bottle of water falling on the sand and his eyes shining with so much laughter.

-You're jealous.

-I feel like throwing sand in her face, that's different.

Jude approached, leaned his forehead against yours, still smiling like a fool.

-I love you, just you, even with a ridiculous hat and swearing in a whisper.

-She laughed too loudly. No one laughs like that at someone they just met.

- I didn't hear.

- I heard. And I have proof. My soul heard it.

He put his arms around you and pulled uou into a hug full of affection. Leo, on the other side, was still trying to set up sand castles and sing some "Cocomelon" song at the same time. What about that woman? He had already left, probably in search of another less married and less loved victim.

-You know what? -You said, with a little smile now, your nose leaning against his neck. -I'm going to walk with a little plate. "This one is mine. Leak."

-I support. Even if you want to get a tattoo, I'll pay.

- Tattoo?

-"Property of Y/n", on the forehead.

-You laugh, but I really tattoo.

You laughed together now, jealousy turning into a joke and the day returning to what it was: calm, light and completely yours.

And from then on, Jude only approached the tent if he was accompanied. Because even if it was just to get water, you always said:

-Go there, my award-winning microwave. But if any woman tries to touch your digital panel, I'll come back with a frying pan.

[dorabellingham]

Score me

warning: sexual intentions

characters: kylian x fem!reader

summary: when he scores the first hat trick for the new team and you surprise him at the hotel

request: yes!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Kylian was still feeling the adrenaline running through his body when he left the stadium. A hat-trick. A damn hat-trick. He had never felt so good on the field. From the first goal, I knew that night would be special, but the third... the third was like a dream.

The locker room was a party. The companions mocked, threw water at him, even Ancelloti gave a proud smile. The fans were in ecstasy, and he knew that that was one of those nights that would remain forever in the memory.

But, as incredible as it was, there was something even better waiting for him.

When he finally arrived at the hotel, passing through the lobby still dressed in the team's official costume, he already felt a different anxiety. You hadn't gone to the game, but you texted saying you were waiting for him. His heart beat faster as he climbed the elevator.

Kylian opened the bedroom door and lost his breath at the time.

You were lying on the bed, your skin contrasting with a blue lace nightgown, delicate and at the same time provocative. The fabric embraced its curves in a way that defied any logic. The smile on yout lips was pure charm, pure temptation, and his eyes shone full of intention.

-Congratulations, mon amour.

Your voice came out soft, but with weight.

Your boyfriend locked the door without even looking.

He was still recovering from the impact, trying to absorb the vision in front of him. Your hair fell loose from your shoulders, the legs were shamelessly exposed, and that smile... my God, that smile.

-Did you like my game, ma chérie?

He asked, his voice hoarse in a sexy french, as he approached.

You laughed softly, leaning on your elbows.

-I loved it. You were amazing, Kylian.

He climbed on the bed without hesitation, getting on top of you, his dark eyes fixed on your own.

-And you... -Mbappe slid his fingers down your thigh, climbing slowly. -Is that what you were planning while I was playing?

You bit your lip, your smile growing.

-I wanted to congratulate you in the right way.

He didn't need anything else. His mouth found yours in an intense, hungry, celebratory kiss. The hands were already exploring every piece of exposed skin, the bodies fitting almost desperately. He felt his own heart beating fast, not only because of the adrenaline of the game, but because of the incredible woman who was there, waiting for him, making him the luckiest man in the world.

That night had already been perfect on the field. But now... now it would get even better.

[dorabellingham]

Will you accept Barça players too? I wanted one from Pedri and Balde

Humm, I could even try, but since I don't accompany the team, it may not be so good hahaha

[dorabellingham]

Hey, dora! How are you?

Can you do something with K. Mbappe? A boyfriend material and a one shot celebrating his first hat trick...Thank you, babe

Hii! I'm good and u?

Oh, of course I can! I'm very curious to see how I'm going to do writing one shot of other players and I'll definitely do it!

[dorabellingham]

You came

warning: none

characters: jobe x reader

summary: when he invites you to go to a game for the first time but doesn't think you're going

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Jobe had never been the nervous type for a game. Since he was little, he always knew that soccer was his place, that being on the field was natural for him. But on that specific summer night, when he was in the Sunderland locker room getting ready to enter the field, he felt something different. A chill in the stomach that had nothing to do with the pressure of the game and everything to do with the possibility of seeing a specific person in the stands.

You.

He had invited, of course, but without high expectations. Until then, what you had was something undefined. He liked you. A lot. But at the same time, you always seemed to keep a certain distance, a barrier between you that Jobe was still not sure how to overcome. Inviting you to one of your games was a way to try to see how far you would go. But he never expected you to really accept.

When he stepped on the lawn for the heating, he disguised as much as he could, but his eyes were restless, automatically looking for the stands, trying to find any sign of you. The stadium was gigantic, full of excited fans, and he was already convincing himself that you hadn't come when, suddenly, something familiar caught his attention.

Near the lawn, not so far from the reserve bank, there you were.

Wearing a jacket that he was almost sure wasn't yours, probably from a friend or borrowed by someone from the club, with your hair down and a serene expression, as if it were just another normal event. But Jobe knew it wasn't. For you to be there, something had changed.

For a moment, he was stuck. He felt something hot rise to his chest, a mixture of surprise and happiness. You really came.

A push on the shoulder brought him back to reality.

-What's up, bro?

One of the teammates asked, realising his gaze fixed.

Shirt 7 blinked, disguising the smile that threatened to appear.

-Nothing, nothing...

But that was all.

The warm-up continued, and he forced himself to focus on the game. However, before returning to the locker room for the last conversation with the coach, he looked one last time in his direction.

And you were looking back.

It was fast, but enough for him to see the little smile you sketched before looking away.

The game had been intense, but Jobe almost didn't feel the time pass. His body was exhausted, his muscles burning from the effort, his shirt glued to his skin by sweat, but none of it mattered. Not when, in the back of your mind, a single thing throbbed strongly: you were there.

Throughout the game, he tried not to think too much about you, but whenever he could, between one move and another, his eyes instinctively ran to the side of the field, as if his body knew exactly where to look for it. You were still there, watching, present, and that made you feel different, almost invincible.

When the final whistle sounded, it still took him a few seconds to process everything. Sunderland had won, the fans vibrated, and the players hugged each other in celebration. But he couldn't hold on much to the team's euphoria. His eyes ran to the side of the lawn, and that's where he saw her once again.

You were still in the same place, now more visible, because some people had already begun to leave the stands. His gaze met his before he could even think about how to react. And then, you smiled.

It was a small, discreet, but real smile.

Jobe felt his chest heat up and looked away, swallowing drily. He didn't know exactly why it affected him so much, but he knew he needed to see her up close.

The locker room was a chaos of celebration, the teammates talking loudly, the music playing, but the boy hurried into the shower, changed his clothes anyway, and left before everyone else. His heart beat fast as he crossed the tunnel that gave access to the outside of the field, his eyes attentive to every face that passed. And then, he finally saw her up close that night.

You were leaning against one of the tunnel walls, with your arms crossed, as if you had all the time in the world. When he saw him approaching, he uncrossed his arms and fixed the jacket he was wearing, an unconscious habit that he had already noticed in you.

Jobe slowed down his steps when he got close, stopping a few centimetres from you. His hair was still wet from the hurried bath, a few drops running down the back of his neck, and his breathing was still a little accelerated.

-You came.

His voice came out lower than I expected.

You smiled from the corner.

-Of course I came. I wasn't going to miss it.

Jobe let out a low laugh and shook his head, trying to process that. He wanted to ask so many things, he wanted to know what had made you accept the invitation, he wanted to understand if it meant something. But, at the same time, I just wanted to enjoy that moment.

-Did you like the game?

He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

-It was amazing. -You answered, sincere. -You played very well.

He felt his chest inflate with pride, and, without thinking too much, took another step towards you.

-Good to know that I impressed you.

You let out a chuckle, tilting your head back to take a better look at him.

-Don't get excited, Bellingham.

He laughed, and then, before he could control himself, he raised his hand and gently touched your face, his thumb brushing against the hot skin of your cheek. You were slightly tense for a second, surprised, but you didn't back down. In fact, his eyes shone a little more under the dim lighting of the tunnel.

-I'm very happy you came., Y/n.

He admitted, his voice is lower and hoarse now.

-I know, Jobe. But I'm happier for being here with you.

You murmured, and then, without warning, leaned in his direction.

The kiss happened without haste, without the euphoria of a first desperate touch, but with the certainty that that moment was happening at the right time. Jobe's lips were still a little warm from the intensity of the game, and yours were soft, curious, moulding to hin in a way that made his heart speed up more than any race on the field.

For a moment, the world disappeared. The tunnel, the distant noise of the players still celebrating, the fans who began to empty the stadium. Nothing mattered except that kiss and the certainty that something between you had changed forever.

Hi, I'm opening the question box for requests again, if you want to ask for any, feel free!

This time I'm open to trying to write with more players and maybe even F1 drivers :)

[dorabellingham]

I was thinking of opening new one shots requests and with more players this time, what do you think?

[dorabellingham]

Cramps

warning: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you end up not being able to stand the pain at dawn and need his affection.

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The night was silent, and your house seemed immersed in a peaceful rest. Jude slept deeply next to you in bed, breathing in a rhythmic and serene way. However, for you, tranquillity was just an illusion. The pain in your womb, which had begun as a bearable nuisance during the day, now seemed to multiply in intensity, making it impossible to find a comfortable position.

Lying on your side, you squeezed your eyes, taking a deep breath to try to relieve the pain. With each new sting, your body shranking involuntarily, and you moved from side to side in bed, desperately seeking some relief. But nothing seemed to help. The heat of the blanket seemed to suffocate you, the pillow did not offer enough comfort, and the pressure of the pain gradually increased, becoming unbearable.

You bit your lip so as not to let out a loud moan, not wanting to wake up your boyfriend. But, inevitably, your constant movement in bed and the weight of your discomfort began to affect him. Still sleepy, Jude frowned and turned to the side, feeling the bed move repeatedly.

-Y/n?

He murmured with his voice hoarse with sleep, opening his brown eyes slowly.

You stopped for a moment, closing your eyes tightly and taking a deep breath, as if you could pretend that everything was fine.

-Hum?

Your voice came out weak and hesitant.

He blinked a few times before leaning on one of his elbows, looking at you in the twillness of the room. His gaze immediately detected something wrong. You had your face partially hidden by the pillow, your breathing was irregular, and even in the dark, he could see that your body was tense.

-What's up?

He asked, waking up completely.

You were silent for a moment, but another wave of pain crossed your belly, and you couldn't contain a choppy sigh. Jude moved quickly, turning on the light of the lamp next to the bed, and the soft glow revealed your dejected expression.

-Darling, talk to me.

He insisted, his voice now full of concern.

You squeezed your eyes, trying to ignore his attentive gaze.

-Just... just cramps, Jude. It will pass.

He narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced.

-Just cramps? Babe, you're squirming in pain in bed. This is not normal.

You took a deep breath, resting one of your hands on your abdomen, as if this was able to relieve the discomfort.

-It's normal for me. It's always been like that.

Jude shook his head negatively, sitting next to him.

-That doesn't mean it has to be that way. You're sweating, love. Are you feeling anything else? Dizzy? Nausea?

You hesitated before answering, because, in fact, the cold sweat flowed down the back of your neck, and the feeling of nausea began to manifest itself.

-You don't need to worry... I just...

You tried to speak, but a new intense contraction made you shrink, pressing your face against the pillow.

Bellingham was even more alarmed, his body leaning over hers.

-Fuck, Y/n, that's not right. I'll get you something, maybe a medicine, a hot water bottle... something needs to help.

He was already about to get up when you held his arm, your small but firm hand, preventing him from leaving.

-Just stay here a little bit, babe...

You asked in a whisper, your eyes opening slightly and meeting his.

Jude felt his heart tighten in the face of his evident discomfort. Without hesitation, he sat down next to you again and pulled you closer, making you settle against his chest. His hands passed through your hair in a reassuring way, while he deposited soft kisses on the top of your head.

-Breathe in, darling. I'm here.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on his warmth, on the rhythmic pace of his breathing, but the cramps seemed to be testing your patience to the extreme.

-It's not passing, Jude...

You murmured, your voice fragile.

He tightened his arms around him, as if he could absorb the pain.

-I know, babe, I know...

He whispered, hating not being able to do more.

For a while, he just stood there, holding you, caressing you back and muttering reassuring words. But when you shuddered in pain once again, he realised that it couldn't go on like this.

-Do you want me to get some medicine now?

He asked, his voice full of concern.

You nodded slowly, and he, with a last kiss on your forehead, got up quickly to get what you needed.

When he came back with a glass of water and the medicine, you had a dry mouth and eyes heavy with exhaustion. He helped you sit down, holding the glass while you took the pill.

-You need to rest, Y/n. I know it's hard, but try to relax a little, please.

You lay down again, and he settled next to you, pulling the blanket over you and keeping his hand firm on your belly, as if that could somehow protect you.

-Has it improved a little?

He asked after a few minutes.

You nodded weakly, your eyes already closing with fatigue.

-Thank you for staying with me, Jude.

Jude smiled lightly, depositing a last kiss on his forehead.

-Always, babe. Always.

[dorabellingham]

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I absolutely loved this. Seriously, your writing always feels so special. Hope you’re feeling better! 💖💖💖

And I'm happy to be back! I'm very glad you liked it, I wrote it with a lot of love after a while. 🤍

~~I'm better yes, I was at the beginning of a burnout syndrome, I'm getting better now but I'll still keep a very slow pace to post the one shots :)

[dorabellingham]

Take all the time you need ❤️

thank you for understand! ❤️