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[saintwyfe]

stayyy dont keave

i’m not dw 😭😭 i’m the worst procrastinator ever ik u guys hate me

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࿐ ˚ . ✦ VIRRRRGIN. jude bellingham

summary. just a gf who wants to make her bf feel good.

cw. smut, cursing, virgin!jude, porn w/o plot lol

wc. 716

on the edge of his queen-sized bed, you played with the ends of your hair. your bra strap struggled to stay stuck to your shoulder while you watched a tall jude stare at himself in his full-length mirror. the wrinkles between his eyebrows were made prominent; he was nervous, to say the least, but you found it cute enough to bite your lip and turn them a dark shade of pink.

he had nothing on but a pair of black sweats that comfortably clung to his hips. again, he seemed really timid. though you two had been seeing each other for a while, it didn’t ease the racing thoughts he had in his mind. what if i don’t make her feel good? or what if the condom breaks? jude, oh jude.

you stood up from your position in bed. your bare feet tapped his cold, tiled floors before you stood behind him, arms wrapping around his toned waist.

“baby,” you murmured, a small whine passing your throat. “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. i’m not g’na judge you.”

his spaced-out stare diverted from himself in the mirror to your much shorter figure next to him. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before quickly responding, “n-no, no, let’s do it.”

your lips crept into a smile before you reached for his hand, dragging him to the fresh, white comforter behind you. you fell first before him, and your lips danced on his to set the mood. you wanted his first time to be as comfortable as possible. and, he was already a good kisser, so that’s a plus. your hands crept up to the back of his neck as you two became more immersed in the kiss.

your back hit the cold headboard of his bed. he began pulling off the waistband of his sweats while trying his best not to interrupt the kiss. simultaneously, you began taking off your undergarments, too. the matching lace ones he bought for you on your birthday recently. not too long into the kiss, he pulled away, grabbing the gold wrapper on his nightstand and messily unwrapping the plastic. you watched him in anticipation, and he unraveled the lubed rubber, quickly wrapping it around his length. he dove back to pecker wet kisses on your neck. you moaned, throwing your head back onto the headboard.

once the clear rubber fit correctly, he pulled your legs closer to him, making you question where this sudden burst in confidence came from. you quickly giggled, pondering the thought as he abruptly pressed the tip into you, the contact catching you offguard. “fuck,” you hissed before you quickly felt a stretch in your walls. at first, it’s slow, but he quickly built a pace that was comfortable for him and something that didn’t make you whine. he quickly understood he was doing his job right—a little too good for an amateur. his big, veiny hands gripped your hips, holding them firm. pretty, breathless moans escaped his mouth as he thrust into you. your hands etched his back for support, leaving small claw marks on his tan back. it’s hard to keep your mouth shut with a length like his that keeps you moaning and groaning the entire time.

“f-fuck, you feel so good,” he breathily moaned as he delved toward your ear. like music to your ears. your stomach tied into a knot with his words, whimpering as he praised you. you missed your boyfriend dearly, but now you’ve discovered new ways of it.

he rolled his hips into you, his movements quickening, and you knew he was bound to finish soon. every thrust sent a shiver down your spine, and the air grew thick with anticipation.

“i’m.. gonna, cum,” moans, distancing his every word. “cum with me, princess,” he sighed. 

your fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing it in sloppily with his thrusts, triggering your growing orgasm. his moans were muffled against your neck as tension grew.

“mmph, fuck, fuck, fuck” his dick twitched as he moaned and pressed against you a final time, your walls clenching around him as you also chased your high. he quickly fell next to you after cumming, his chest falling up and down, trying to catch his breath.

au. i'm backkkk <3. i missed u guys sm. expect more soon

[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ PROVE IT. jude bellingham

summary. a night out, gone lewd

cw. slightly toxic relationship, implied infidelity, cursing, alcohol consumption, nsfw [!!!]

wc. 1682

most relationships, or at least the ones we see today, always have that overprotective boyfriend and free-spirited girlfriend dynamic.

as much as you hated it, you were the jealous, possessive one in the relationship. always ordering him around, issuing the ‘don’t do that"s and the ‘why are you looking at her like that?"s.

at one point in the relationship, the roles were reversed. he’d always be the one kissing up on you in public, clinging his arms tightly around your waist to let the men in the room know you were his, and only his. it’s crazy how times have changed now, huh?

“i’m gonna go grab a drink. you care for one?” he ducked, hovering over your ear, before taking a last sip from his bottle.

you nodded your head. “i’m fine for now, thanks,” you replied, quickly adjusting the collar of his top. he nodded, and with that, he drifted towards the bar. you glanced off at him during his departure before scanning the rest of the club, filled with young people dancing to bouncy music. 

to be honest, clubbing wasn’t your thing. maybe with the right group of people, it wouldn’t be that bad, but you're stranded for now. introverted you thought it was a somewhat-good idea to sway to the beat of the music while scrolling through instagram to not seem awkward. contrary to your plan, it did. and now, you were in the corner of the nightclub, pulling down your tiny cocktail dress that’d been riding up your thighs to some corny pop song. better than being stuck at home, right?

your eyes strayed from your bright phone screen for a second to check up on your boyfriend, just to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble. and funny enough, you saw just that: his smiling, tall figure leaned up against the bar, giggling next to some short, dark-haired girl. your mouth dropped. you didn’t even want to hear the end of it.

in a fit of rage, you marched toward the entrance of the place, uber already pulled up on your phone. nothing else crossed your mind. just the image of him next to her. some skanky girl in a tacky, sequined dress. even thinking about it makes your fists ball up. to add to that, you looked ridiculous pacing the sidewalk bordering the club, getting glances from passersby as you waited for your uber, which at this point was a few minutes away.

your phone immediately buzzed after you found the location of your driver.

where are you?

i can’t find you

seen 2m ago

y/n?

i left

find your own way home

seen just now

thankfully, your uber had pulled up just in time. pulling the handle of the black sedan, you were ready to plunk down in the back seat and just sob. 

“y/n?!” the club door scraped the pavement, a wave of loud music following a breeze of air hitting your skin. fuck. maybe if you just got in quick enough—

“where are you going?” he was quick to shout from behind you, his warm hand stationed upon yours on the car’s handle.

“home,” you replied, turning your head to face him from behind you. “i’m going home. just have fun by yourself, alright?”

he shook his head, scoffing. “are you serious?”

considering him looking so taken aback compared to your aloof face—it’s almost laughable knowing that he was just cozying up with another woman back at the bar. did he seriously think you didn’t know? like you didn’t just see that flirty interaction between the two?

you huff out a laugh. “jude, you’re seriously so funny,” you mocked, squinting up at the puzzled individual. 

“what are you talking about? what the fuck’s gotten into you?” he spat.

“i’m sure the girl at the bar would keep you company ‘til you come home, yeah?” you click your tongue, a satirical smile spreading through your lips, before lowering your head into the back seat of the car.

but he had different plans.

you could almost feel your blood start to boil as his legs crept next to yours in the car as well.

you scoffed, throwing your head back. “what the fuck are you do—-”

“you can start driving now, sir,” he interrupted you mid-sentence, and contradicting the way he’d just been speaking to you just a minute ago, he kindly instructs your driver. you could almost feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head to his sudden change in mood.

and, bizarrely enough, he’s silent for the ride. his eyes glared at the road. the only sound was that of the car wheels on the street, the driver not daring to ask any questions. 

“have a good night, mister,” you said to the guy behind the wheel as you shut the car door behind you. jude, who’d already been at the front door of your shared home, was tapping the keypad, eager to come home once and for all.

your heels tapped the pavement of your driveway. his cold gaze locked on you while he held the door open for your entry inside. you, on the other hand, are not daring to speak a word. yet, you couldn’t ignore the adrenaline rush happening inside of you. jude wasn’t the type to go to bed angry, even if it meant handling things in a different way.

“so what is it with you?” he inquired, his voice softer, less hostile than before. “you just think leaving without saying anything would solve anything?”

you jumped a bit, not expecting to exchange words—not at least in the foyer. slowly, you turned around to meet his seething eyes. his hands still grasp the door handle, and he’s anticipating an answer from you.

“i could ask you the same thing, jude,” you stared. “what were you doing with her? hm?”

in an instant, he shook his head, biting his lip to stifle his laugh.

“y/n, did you forget who i am? that i have a public career, and maybe she was just a fan?” all of a sudden, it just hit you. you could just annihilate yourself from the shame you held upon him tonight, but it was in the heat of the moment, and you gave yourself no time to think. and, god, you looked so dumb just accusing him of something so distasteful and unlike him. 

“you think i’d just throw away our relationship for some girl at a club? no. i wouldn’t, y/n,” he added. “you’re mine, and only mine. understand?”

your eyes skimmed the floor, before meeting his dark brown irises. “then prove it.”

at once, his cold eyes turned ravenous.

“you don’t even know what you got yourself into,” he chuckled as he approached your figure. quickly, he locked his hand into your hair and pressed his lips against yours. he didn’t hold back on ambushing your lips. there was still liquor on h​​is tongue, which you could still taste. his arm intertwined around your waist as you began heading upstairs, groans escaping his mouth as you two struggled to find your bedroom.

your back was pressed up against the cold doorframe of your shared room, and he, taking advantage of your state, sought to lace his arms under your thighs. you took notice of the queue and jumped onto them, making it easier for him to spill your body onto the edge of your bed once he’d opened the door. you found yourself giggling once he did, especially with your dress threatening to expose the risque areas of your body. his hands locked your wrists in place, and now you were just docile under his spell. 

his kisses moved from your lips to your neck, leaving hickeys all over. his saliva around each bruise. you were a moaning mess, with his pace almost giving you whiplash. 

his fingers traced your waist, unzipping your dress’s zipper from the sides and finding its way to the wooden floors once it was off. he’s heaving as he’s doing so, almost like a predator finally getting its prey. you hissed once his hands fondled your now exposed breasts, with no warning, whatsoever.

his eagerness doesn’t halt while he’s pulling off your panties. he gives you a quick, sinful glare as his head dips between your thighs. you propped yourself on your elbows while you anticipated what he’d be doing next.

“you’re so wet already, angel,” he purrs against your dribbling cunt. “such a fuckin’ slut for me.”

his tongue wraps around your pussy, giving you no signal or build-up. your back arches from the sudden contact, which quickly leaves you breathless. his eyes linger on you, watching as you go dumb from being tongue-fucked so hungrily. his arms twined around your thighs, leaving you almost powerless against him while he held you in place.

his tongue ran through your slit while his thumb simultaneously found itself toying with your clit. your moans were so loud and pornographic, and you quickly grew your orgasm. 

“fuck, keep going, just like that, baby,” you cried. your hips found themselves grinding against his mouth. you were just growing so impatient, wanting to chase your high so desperately. your hands latched onto the bed sheets to distract yourself before cumming.

his tongue keeps swirling around your clit, your bud puffy and sensitive, while your thighs begin twitching. you could feel tears start to well up in your eyes—you were so close, and he could definitely tell by the way your legs started to tighten and clench around his head.

“jude, i’m gonna cum—” you yelped, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. right then, he pulled away, leaving you absent of your climax. 

you gasped, anticipating so heavily to cum, but instead, you were left emptyhanded. you could almost cry then and there.

he coughed up a laugh, almost mocking you. “brats don’t get what they want, at least not without earning it.” he stood up, petting your hair. 

“get on your knees.”

an: ntm on my amateur smut writing

[saintwyfe]

“stay focused, bellingham, she’s not going anywhere!” ‹𝟹

word count :: 0.2

warning(s) :: none.

summary :: basketball is not your boyfriend's forte.

after receiving an invitation to join your boyfriend and his friends for a hang out, you jumped out of bed as quickly as possible.

you had no idea what jude and his friends were up to, but you certainly didn't anticipate them to be playing basketball, considering that they were all football players. however, you didn't question it; you just went with it.

as you approached the basketball court with jude, his hand interlaced with yours, his friends were eager to start the game. 

not being all that into sports, especially basketball, you decided to sit back and observe from a distance. trent was sitting alongside you, as he himself wasn't as interested in basketball. nobody listened to the poor boy's complaints, and he was compelled to come along.

the game was going well for grealish’s team, but not for the team jude was on. you shouted a few encouraging words to jude and the players he'd selected for his team.

hearing your voice, jude turned to you and flashed his typical charming smile, his attention completely concentrated on you rather than the game.

he was so enthralled by your presence that he had entirely forgotten about the game, and unfortunately for him, the ball slammed him in the face, as it was intended to be a pass to him.

the ball went out, and his teammates began complaining and chastising him for not paying attention to the game.

when trent yelled to your boyfriend, "stay focused, bellingham; she's not going anywhere!" you couldn't help but giggle.

[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ GOING AWAY. jude bellingham

summary. going away to uni wasn't as unforeseen as you thought it'd be.

cw. angst, friends-to-lovers

wc. 848

today was one of those bittersweet days. like, the last day of summer, or the last footsteps before moving houses. you’d been experiencing just that on your last day before leaving the country for school, alongside your best friend, jude.

you had no real family. for the longest time, it’d just been you two. it was complicated at home, and being around him was an escape. he made you feel numb. whenever something happened, you’d be at his window in an instant, ready to vent on his bedroom floor while he just sat and listened.

rain tapped the windshield, and you were snug in the passenger seat of his car. something on your shared playlist had been playing at twenty-something percent. this bit felt a little déjà vu-ish. but, in a good way.

“today was fun,” you blurted mid-conversation, shifting your gaze from the road to the boy next to you, behind the steering wheel. 

“i’m gonna miss this a lot, y’know.”

he hummed. his giggles from a few seconds ago quickly faded. 

you quickly realized your faults, mentioning the topic that’d been so thorny but, at the same time, imminent. it was hard to not bring it up, though. going the entire day trying to ignore it was hell. and as much as you wanted to seize the moment, time doesn’t stop.

“yeah,” he replied, quickly coughing away the tremble in his voice.

“since when did my best friend become so grown?”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you turned away to peek out of your side of the window.

“this could’ve been you too, jude. just quit football and stay with me,” you suggested, already mindful of his response.

he chuckled a bit. “or, you could just come and live with me while i work. i wouldn’t mind.”

you grinned, watching the rain as it trickled down the glass. as much as it sounded fun to never have to work or pay bills, you didn’t want your ‘independent’ persona taken away from you. maybe he just asked this question as a test to see if you’d say yes. not today, jude.

“mmm, no,” you responded. 

“let me enjoy my little parties and hookups. i don’t wanna be all professional like you at nineteen.”

he snickered, “you mean you're gonna be in your room studying all day?”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, watching as he turned into the airport entrance, the moment you’d been dreading all day.

opening your door as he parked, you ushered toward the trunk, quickly grabbing your luggage so the rain wouldn’t hit you so badly. 

“let me grab this,” he insisted, hovering over the bulkier bags.

your heart began to race, and your breathing was a little heavier as you paced toward the automatic doors of the entry. 

now, you two are face to face. and this is really the last time you'll be seeing him, or at least being in his embrace for a while.

“well,”

“this is it, isn’t it?” he muttered.

tears quickly welt up in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. the rain, harder than before, left the both of you drenched.

“yeah,” your voice cracked. the boy in front of you, who usually appeared stoic, appeared a bit antsy as he rocked in place.

“promise me you won’t do anything dumb without me there,” he pleads, a trace of uneasiness in his voice as he stares you down.

“mm, no promises,” you replied.

he clicked his tongue, silently berating you for your foreseen actions.

“i’m just kidding. i’ll be on my best behavior,” you reassured him, shooting him a smile.

“come here,” he prompted, extending his arms for a final hug.

eagerly, you slipped into his chest. his arms are tight around your waist, and you have to tip-toe up a little to reach his height. there’s no other feeling quite like this, but knowing it’s your last for a while, tears tumbled from your eyes.

your heels plopped to the floor and at this point, your faces are inches from each other—his cold breath trickling over your cheek. at once, his lips laced into yours. his hand instinctively pressed against your cheek and stayed there quite comfy. while it caught you off guard, it felt, in a sense, innate. his lips were sweet, and he kissed tenderly. his lips also tasted a little minty, and you realized he’d finally been using the chapstick you recommended to him months ago.

you pulled away slowly, whimpering as your lips left his. he seemed distraught, or maybe mesmerized by the kiss? there was a tinge of your gloss that lingered throughout his lips, which you thought was cute.

“i should get going now,” you muttered. “my flight is gonna board soon.”

“uhh, right,” he replied, your words bringing him back to reality.

“make sure to text me when you land, okay?”

“mhm.” 

“don’t miss me too much,” you smiled before walking into the building.

as you took a final look back at him, he waved at you with sanguine eyes as he disappeared into the rain.

an: so so sorry for the long wait. expect another fic really soon

[saintwyfe]

sorry for the inactivity mls 😞 finally finished with my exams for now though so expect some fics rly soon ! 😗

[saintwyfe]

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[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ THUNDER. jude bellingham

summary. he's a ten (but he's scared of thunderstorms).

cw. none

word count. 644

maybe it was the light, continuous clicks of water droplets falling from the sky, tapping the pavement they landed on, or the dark gray clouds that emerged whenever it rained—but whatever it was, you loved storms.

it was a quiet reminder of the atypical change in weather that didn’t occur much, but whenever it did, you appreciated it a lot. even indulging in a book or a nice, warm bath to sulk up in the dull atmosphere.

on the other hand, your boyfriend, jude, did not. nine times out of ten, he’s shaken up and hides under the nearest blanket, even at the smallest chant of thunderbolts. 

so, you didn’t find it surprising when you peered through the peephole of your front door to see him in the midst of a storm.

he’s tapping his fingers, scanning the ceiling of your apartment complex, and waiting patiently for you to answer. it seemed as if he was holding some sort of bag too.

you let out a slight chuckle before unlocking your door, and there he was. his eyebrows raised a bit—snapping out of his thoughts—and the corners of his lips formed a slight smile when he peered down at you.

a black, now sodden hoodie draped his shoulders, with the hood covering his face. the sweatshorts he wore turned a darker shade of gray after the rain left its mark on him. 

“aww,” you teased, your voice a bit high-pitched and wary to annoy him. “my poor little baby, chased by the storm?”

a flush crept up his cheeks, and he immediately threw his head back in shame, “shut up.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his lack of control over small things like this. especially being older and taller than you, you’d expect him to be at least a little less... hesitant.

“come,” you chirped, scooting away from the door to make space for his entrance. his squeaky shoes tread on your wooden floors, and though it strained your ears a bit, you waited patiently as he lifted from his sneakers.

“i see you packed an overnight bag,” you turned around, navigating toward the fridge that was conveniently adjoined to the foyer.

he began to sync your steps from behind you “yeah," he said, tugging the bag from his shoulders before leaving it aloof on your kitchen counters.

“can i not spend time with my girlfriend now?”

you tilted your head, as discerned by his obvious attempts of misleading you. “or were you just scared of the storm?” you hummed, passing a glass of water from across the counter.

he shook his head, “no really—”

“you don’t have to lie, it’s okay to be a wimp,” you nag, interrupting his sentence.

he clicked his teeth, “i can never win with you, can i?”

you chuckled, now straying toward him. he fixed a stare at you as he took a long drag from the glass in his hands. his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion.

now, you were in front of him, pulling him in for a hug before he interrupted your steps, “i’m still wet—”

“i don’t care,” you retorted before engulfing him in a hug. your arms were snug around his waist, and your head was resting on his chest. you took the opportunity to pull back the hood of his sweater. he’s a bit cold, and the smell of his perfume is faint, but you can still smell the woodiness it exudes. quickly, you tiptoed up and took a peck at his lips—the ones you missed so much. pulling away, you were met with a smile that etched his face, complimenting the rest of his features. it was difficult not to be jittery when being affectionate with him, but, you treasured moments like these.

“mmph—i’m soaked now,” you frowned.

“i warned you,” he responded, causing you to roll your eyes.

an: trent fics soon?

[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ STAY THE NIGHT? jude bellingham

summary. when you're just not ready for your bf to leave yet

cw. aggressive reader smh fluff

word count. 819

your dry eyes exclusively stared at the bright, white screen in the middle of your dim bedroom. you were bundled up in heaps of blankets alongside your boyfriend, jude, who’d also lent his arm around your neck and snuggled away. there was a spot on his chest left warm from the imprint of your cheek, marinating on it for an hour or so. the fluorescent blue light of the tv screen was slowly burning your eyes, but being preoccupied with the movie in front of you, you could truly care less.

along the movie, you felt your boyfriend fidgeting next to you, shuffling his legs, adjusting the hem of his t-shirt, and tapping his phone every now and again. you didn’t pay much mind to it when it first began, but now it was becoming a little repetitive. he hadn’t been giggling like he typically would, either, which drew worry within you. 

your head drifted from the movie in front of you as you stole a glance at the boy who’d once again quickly clicked the power button on his phone.

"you okay?" you asked out of concern. you trusted he wasn’t being sneaky—if anything, maybe he was uncomfortable.

he swiftly cleared his throat, "yeah, i’m good." your eyes peered upon his stoic appearance while he attempted to seem preoccupied, squinting at the tv screen with his arms crossed in a formal demeanor.

"i actually," he paused, taking a second to (once again) peep at his phone, "think it’s getting pretty late." he shifted himself onto the headboard of your bed. 

"what? we’re already so far into the movie—just stay for however long there is left," you protested, stationing your body upright as you watched his turned back begin to face you.

"listen, princess, i really have to get up early for training tomorrow. you can finish the rest without me, right?" he cooed in a sweet, drowsy tone while lowering himself to cup your cheek.

you frowned, gazing into his eyes. you took the opportunity to grasp the big hand fixed on your cheek, stroking it, as you two shared a few seconds of physical affection.

"do you really have to go?" you batted your eyelashes at him, anticipating that somehow your innocent gape would stir him back into bed.

he sighs. his head scans the ceiling of your room for a second before returning his gaze to you. you can sense that there was contemplation emanating from him, weighing the consequences of either spending the night or going home.

"last time i stayed the night, i was an hour late to practice," he says, pinching your cheek before grabbing the hoodie laying on the corner of your bed and flinging it over his head.

"i got into so much trouble too. i promise i’ll stay longer next time, but i really have to go." he continued, adjusting the collar of his hoodie, which draped so nicely on his broad frame.

as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. for whatever reason, every time he stayed the night, it just so happened that his alarm didn’t seem to go off. you two would be an hour into cuddling before he darts up and realizes that practice started 45 minutes ago.

you took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the bed as he fiddled with the hood of his sweater. you stood silent for a second, watching him before his departure.

"well, at least hug me before you go," you plead, tilting your head among the boy perched in front of you.

he let out a soft chuckle as he approached you with open arms. the fabric of his sweater etched across your cheek as you pulled him closer in your embrace, hugging him tighter.

wrapping your legs around him, you had the bright idea of keeping him home a little longer.

"you’re not going anywhere," you muffled into his clothed chest, sinking back into the bed with him still bound to your arms.

"y/n—" he cried, startled by the extent to which you went to keep him for the night.

"you’re so heavy," you mumbled under him. he chuckled in the crook of your neck before pulling himself from above you, though he didn’t fully plunk his weight on you. (😔)

"gosh, you really want me to stay the night that bad?" he teased, mounting himself between your legs. instinctively, you swathed your legs around his thighs once more.

"mhm," you nodded, dragging your bottom lip between your teeth. 

"and, if you try to leave again, you’re dead, okay?" you declared before your boyfriend chuckled, bending down to peck your cheek.

"got it, ma’am" he hummed in agreement.

"but, if i'm late again, i swear—" 

"shush, you're not going to be late, promise." you cut him off, knowing fully well it was destined to happen again, but that's for tomorrow to decipher.

an: chronic writer's block does not mix well with my notes list of ideas to write abt...

[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ SKINCARE. jude bellingham

summary. begging your boyfriend to do face masks together

cw. none, fluff

word count. 1054

after scrolling through tiktok and coming across multiple videos of couples together (specifically doing face masks and skincare), you had the bright idea of bothering your boyfriend, jude.

"juuuudeeee," you flung yourself onto the boy next to you, who’d also been on his phone.

"what, babe?" he replied, his eyes still preoccupied by what seemed to be some sort of mobile game.

"let’s do face masks together," you whined, stretching your arms to move the phone from his face, attempting to steer his attention toward you.

he shot you a critical glance while dodging your attempts to fling his phone. "uhm…" he paused while tapping away, "let’s do it later."

you scoffed, "i can’t do it later, though." you sat up from your previous position, "please, babe. it’ll be so much more fun than your game."

"mhm, for sure," he chuckled, contesting your statement. you rolled your eyes in annoyance..

"what’s so fun about it, anyway? it looks so... boring. you’ll have so much more fun doing masks with me." you queried, wiggling yourself next to him to see his screen. "yeah, this cannot possibly be fun at all," you added.

watching as he’d been fixated on his phone, he let out a quick mutter, "you raid people’s stuff. it’s actually really fun," he replied.

you scanned the game for a few more seconds before letting out a dramatic huff, turning to the side, and prated, "hmph, why does my dear boyfriend, whom i love so much, hate me?" you flung your hand to your head, imitating some sort of terrible monologue.

his head tossed over to where you’d been hurling. "what? i never said that. that’s nonsense," he retorted in defiance.

you shook your head, "that’s what you’re implying, though."

"how?" he sneered, unimpressed by your exaggeration.

"because, you don’t want to spend time with me, so what can that mean other than that you hate me?" you responded, turning back over to him.

"that’s not true. i actually love you, very much," he replied, "plus, are we not spending time together right now?" 

"i mean, yeah, but doing this would be so much more fun. and memorable," you jabbed. "plus we can run a bath or make cookies or something," you cooed, clasping your hands together.

he sighed, placing his now shut off phone next to him, "i don’t want to get out of bed, though."

you stared in disapproval at his uncooperativeness before hunching over to his side of the bed, "you’re actually so lazy." pulling onto his lengthy arm, you did your utmost to try getting him out of his aloof position. him being so heavy obviously outweighed this attempt.

"jude, just get up," you whined, ceasing your efforts. a small moment of silence followed as you eyed him dozing off at the ceiling.

"fine," he gave in, departing from the bed. you let out a small cheer after all of your hard work and dedication.

scurrying to your bathroom, you quickly scanned through the cabinets for the appropriate supplies: cleanser, serum, clay masks, moustrizer… because you weren’t just doing face masks. of course, it'd only be right to do an entire routine, of course, even though he didn’t deserve it after all that tedious convincing.

"are you making it or something? why is there so much stuff?" he inquired, head tilting.

"uhh, yeah…" you drawled, trying not to suggest anything that’ll make him turn away. "wait, let me grab something for you." you dashed to your vanity, grabbing your hello kitty headband and concealing it behind your back.

"oh no, what is it," he cried. 

"shh, just close your eyes," you instructed, snickering while fetching the scrunched headband over his head. instinctively, his eyes fluttered open, mouth dropping. "y/n, take this off. i look so dumb," his mouth agape while skimming himself in the mirror. 

you chuckled away as you tried to snap a picture. "you look like such a pretty princess."

he shot you a glare before shaking his head, "please, take this off."

"no, no, it’s fine, it’ll be quick," you snorted, still trying to relive his reaction, "c’mon, let me wash your face."

you turned the tap on, pumping your favorite cleanser into your hands before rubbing them together, creating a soapy mixture when mixed with water.

"turn toward me," you commanded, rubbing your hands on his face in a circular motion, but obviously struggling a bit because of the height difference. 

"you’re so damn tall," you murmured as he sneered, "not my fault you’re so short." he teased as his arms cradled your waist. 

"okay, rinse your face now," he nodded, turning toward the sink. you quickly reached for the cleanser, repeating your previous actions.

after cleansing both of your faces, you grabbed your favorite clay mask, twisting the cap before turning to your boyfriend beside you. with a brush, you dipped into the container before painting his face, leaving it a shade of teal.

"i look so ridiculous right now," he stifled a laugh as you covered his forehead in the paste.

"ridiculously cute," you prompted, teasing him.

he chuckled before flinging himself inches from your face, "oh yeah?" his taunting immediately made you laugh before he pecked his lips against your cheek, leaving bits of blue residue on your face. you pulled away, giggling.

"stop, i was just kidding." you cocked your head to the side, "i meant to say ridiculously ugly," you mumbled.

"hm?" he chirped. "nothing," you said, clearing your throat before turning back to apply your mask after being distracted. he rolled his eyes as he watched you run the paste onto your face, as well.

after covering the last piece of skin, you finally placed the container on the counter before muttering, "20 minutes, okay?" earning a nod from him. "let me take a cute picture, though." you grabbed your phone, opening the photos app, and snapped away. his poses did not disappoint, though he seemed to be annoyed just 10 minutes prior, he’d been throwing up peace signs, winks, and duck lips. you found yourself surprised at the sudden interest, but you realized great minds think alike (skincare & selfies>his dumb mobile game).

"ooh!" you suddenly blurted. "let’s make tiktoks while they set." you smirked. he sighed, but ultimately knew there was no way out of this.

an: gamer bf skincare gf trope 😜 expect more ffs soon i'm gna make it a goal to stop slacking + tysm for all the love on my last post ❥

[saintwyfe]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ PDA. jude bellingham

summary. you and jude in the corner of an event doing little couple things :p

cw. none

word count. 528

"you’re not uncomfortable, are you?" 

he lowered his head, his breath hovering over the hem of your neck. 

"no, i’m fine. i promise, my love," you said, chuckling as your hand brushed his neck.

being about the sixth or seventh time he’s asked you this since you’ve been at this event, you found it incredible how much he needed reassurance about your security. you couldn’t complain, though. the extra attention was nice.

you two were intertwined in the bay of the busy venue. being an award ceremony, cameras were ubiquitous, and interviews were being conducted all over the room. luckily, he’d already appeared in a few, so you basically had him all to yourself for the rest of the night, excluding the instances of small talk exchanged with random acquaintances of his, of course.

his left hand gripped your waist, making sure everyone knew you were his (which simultaneously kindled your relationship's publicity). every now and again, he’d pull you in closer, and out of curiosity, you’d look up at him to make sure he wasn’t signaling for something.

your eyes darted to the side of your torso that he’d been latching onto when he pulled in slightly tighter again. instinctively, your eyes darted to his to make sure he wasn’t in trouble. unbothered, he’d just been scanning the room, watching his professional counterparts interact with each other. it took him a few seconds to realize that you’d been staring at him, and for the moment his eyes met with yours, you smiled. 

he hovered over to the nape of your neck, rhapsodizing, "you look so, so gorgeous tonight." he pulled away, grinning. 

for a second, you wanted to hide your flushed face, but your eyebrows just furrowed as you retained a gushing smile. "yea? i do?" you queried.

he nodded, repositioning you so that you were facing each other rather than side by side. "you do." he followed, "i can’t believe you’re mine. all mine." he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear while stroking your cheek along the way.

you bit your lip, preoccupied with scanning his angel-like features. you were taken aback when he did that eyes-lips-eyes thing (iykyk). it was difficult not to tremble—you couldn’t handle the butterflies. though you two have been dating for a hot second, there’s still a nervous pit you get in your stomach whenever you interact with him, let alone display affection.

you fluttered your puppy dog eyes, clueless of his temptations, forcing him to initiate something. 

"you know, it’s so hard to try not to kiss you right now." he muttered, almost whining.

your eyebrows furrowed, letting out a small chuckle. "mm, then why don’t you?" you teased, cocking your head.

he shook his head, his hand reaching to cup your cheek before crashing his lips onto yours. his lips were soft and cherry-flavored from his lip balm. it was easy to drown in them. his other hand skimmed your back, pulling you closer to him and immersing you deeper in the kiss. your arm found itself cradling his neck for extra support. before you could pull back, you felt and quickly recognized a bright white flash in your direction.

click.

an: hmmm finally tumblr decided to cooperate with my posts? don’t even know why my tags were bugging for months but expect a post soon <3 thank u for 4k+ notes while I was gone, lygsm.

[saintwyfe]

━ SAINTWYFE'S MASTERLIST ୨୧

updated as of nov 14, reqs closed

⤷ jude bellingham.

VIRRRRGIN: just a gf who wants to make her bf feel good. [nsfw]

PROVE IT: a night out, gone lewd [nsfw]

GOING AWAY: going away to uni wasn't as unforeseen as you thought it'd be. [angst]

THUNDER: he's a ten (but he's scared of thunderstorms) [fluff]

STAY THE NIGHT?: when you're just not ready for your bf to leave yet [fluff]

SKINCARE: begging your boyfriend to do face masks together [fluff]

PDA: you and jude in the corner of an event doing little couple things [fluff]

I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS: visiting your childhood best friend for the first time after a while [fluff, angst]

BABY FEVER: you and jude visit your sister who recently had a baby, and he (unsurprisingly) is more excited than you to meet the newborn. [fluff]

WINTER WONDERLAND: your first time coming to winter wonderland w jude. [fluff]

MORNING: waking up with jude on a typical day. [fluff]

all of my fics are lowercase intended

please do not copy, translate, or share my work to other blogs

♡.

[saintwyfe]

. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kylian mbappé x reader

. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: princess treatment from kylian

. 𝐂𝐖: fluff

. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: lmk who y’all wanna see next also finished my essay that was due last month and i already know i’m gonna get a bad mark ☠️ THANK U SM FOR 800 FOLLOWERS!

_

“kylian, how do you manage to overdue yourself every time?” i ask, in awe of the beautiful restaurant that was by the seaside, the moonlight illuminating the crystal waves of the beach “only for my pretty girl” kylian responds back, raising his glass to cheers with me.

“y/n” kylian asks while i’m still amazed by the beautiful view of the beach “i got you something” i look at him a small smile appearing on my face “what is it” i ask intrigued he reaches under the seat to grab something “close your eyes” i close my eyes a huge grin plastered on my face “open” i open my eyes and see 3 huge boxes in front of me “what is this?” i ask, confusion written on my face

“open it, baby” he asks, watching every movement of mine, i reach for the box in front of me and open it revealing a diamond necklace with a pink diamond in the middle, i gasp “kylian!” still looking at the necklace in front of me “what is this?” i ask mouth agape, slowly looking at him “it’s my gift to you” he says, taking a sip of his champagne while smirking at me “for what?” i ask, still confused on why he bought me this “for nothing, shouldn’t a man be allowed to spoil his princess?” he asks

“yes but this is to mu-” he places a finger on my lips to stop me from saying what i was going to say “open the other two love” he says, taking my hand to kiss them before letting it go so i could open the other two boxes “they better not be something over the top” i raise my eyebrow at him before reaching for the second box slowly opening it, i gasp once again and pick up the pink diamond bracelet

“kylian are you crazy!” i whisper yell at him “do you like it?” he asks, eyeing my face for any approval “i love it kylian, but” i say, picking up the bracelet from it’s box “but what?” he asks, taking the bracelet from me to put it on my wrist “why though?” i ask looking at the pink bracelet, the diamonds shining with each flick because of the moonlight “because i love you, y/n” he says, handing the last and final box to me

“ugh kylian, i’m gonna kill you” i jokingly say while opening the box, revealing a pair of pink diamond earrings “kylian!” i carefully drop the box and stare at him in shock “what?” he laughs “seriously, what did i do to deserve you” i ask, still confused on why he’s spoiling me so much “i made sure everything is pink because i know pink is your favorite colour” he says, smiling at me. i smile back at him for remembering such a small thing

“that is very sweet of you baby i don’t know how to ever repay you back” i say a small frown appearing on my face “repay me back by becoming my wife” he gets up from his chair and gets on one knee “what” i ask, in disbelief “kylian are you joking” i get up from my seat as well looking around the empty restaurant “no y/n i’m not joking, i love you so much and i want you to become my ms. mbappé” he pulls out a ring box out of his pocket and opening it,

a pink diamond ring, glistening with each movement “kylian” i say tears pouring down involuntary underwhelmed from the gifts and now the proposal “i would be a fool to say no of course yes a million times yes!” i jump into his arms, he wraps his arms around my waist and places the ring onto my finger before kissing me.

[saintwyfe]

via k.mbappe on instagram

[saintwyfe]

pickup lines - jude bellingham

today you had decided to try a tik tok trend on your boyfriend that you had seen as you were scrolling through your for you page. it consisted of saying pickup lines at random times but getting them on video to see the reactions you received.

knowing jude, you knew this would end hilariously and all of your followers had been asking for you to post another video with him again because they absolutely loved them. of course you got the most idiotic pick up lines you could find to make this whole experience even more chaotic.

"hey everyone, so today i have decided to try some pickup lines on jude to see how he reacts.

line 1:

"okay, i have my first pick up line. and jude just got home." you said to the camera as you placed the phone on the kitchen counter.

"y/n/n i'm home." jude yelled as he walked through the door. he walked towards you before kissing your forehead and embracing you in a hug. you smiled and pulled away before speaking up.

"jude?"

"hm?" he hummed.

"feel my shirt. do you know what it's made of?" you asked and he looked at you oddly before pinching some of the fabric. "girlfriend material."

"no way you just said that. nah. you are on some joke." jude chuckled.

"what do you mean? i thought it was pretty good."

"no way you thought of that yourself." jude spoke as he walked out of the kitchen and towards your bedroom. you turned to look at the camera and made a silly face before turning it off.

line 2:

"okay, we're about to go to bed, i wanna see what he'll say." you whispered in the bathroom as you filmed the video.

"babe, can you come here for a second. i need to show you something!" you yelled and soon enough you heard jude's footsteps approaching your bathroom.

"yeah of course, what do you need darling?" he asked before walking through the door.

"woah, give me a sec. i was blinded by your beauty, i'm gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes." you said before winking.

"ooh ooh ooh. okay that one was good. you just boosted my ego up to like 50." he was jumping excitedly as he spoke. "second time today too. are you getting these on video or something?" jude asked as he looked around.

"you bet. look." you giggled as you pointed to the camera.

"man, get you a girl who will shower you with pick up lines... ah, i love you." jude said as he hugged you and kissed your head.

line 3:

"guys i didn't think these would go as well as they did. but jude is really enjoying the pickup lines. currently its 8am, and i am hiding in the bathroom again. i'm gonna find a pick up line, go and lay down with my phone recording and say it. jude usually wakes up around this time so let's see how this goes." you said before you walked out of the bathroom and laid in your bed next to jude, who cuddled into you. you turned on the video to get both of you in it before whispering.

"baby. good morning." you smiled.

"hm. hi." he said with his morning voice still evident. he was half awake so you couldn't blame him.

"jude..."

"hm?" he groaned, his eyes still closed and now he grabbed on to you tighter.

"are you google? because you've got everything i've been searching for." you chuckled after you got the last word out. jude still hadn't opened his eyes but he was smiling and you had gotten it on camera.

"10 out of 10." he replied as he kissed your cheek. slowly, he opened his eyes and looked directly at your phone. when he saw himself on the screen, he stuck his tongue out and you stopped recording.

line 4:

"okay guys, i am in the car and we are about to go to our friend's house. jude just locked the front door and is heading our way. i'm going to do another pick up line on him. okay, here we go." you said to the camera before jude opened the door.

"you ready darling?" jude asked as he sat in the driver's seat.

"yeah... oh wait! did you get a map?" you asked.

"wh-no... why would i need a map?" jude asked confused.

"well because... i keep getting lost in your eyes." you responded innocently.

jude looked at you before dropping his head on the steering wheel and chuckling. his laughs were muffled by his coat, but when he looked at you he looked so happy and relaxed.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you asked with a giggle.

"ugh, i can't get enough of you." he pecked your lips before closing the car door and starting the car.

line 5:

"hey guys. okay i swear i find myself in the bathroom every time i decide to do one of these. anyways, this will be the final pick up line because i'm running out of time in the video. but currently, we're at jude's parents house, his mum, dad and jobe are all here. we're about to eat dinner and i've decided to completely humiliate myself and jude with this little trend of mine. so i'm going to be saying the pickup line at the table. i already told his mom so she will be video taping for me." you whispered before walking out of the bathroom and bringing the phone to jude's mom.

you, jobe and jude's parents sat down at the table before jude so his mom was already recording while jobe and mark were looking at you two confused.

"jude! hurry up. we're not waiting all day!" his mom yelled.

"okay, i'm here! im here!" he responded before he sat down next to you.

"oh wait jude can you get me the salt?" you asked and he walked over to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed it. "by the way-" you were about to say the line before he sneezed. so you took this as an opportunity to use another pick up line.

"i'd say god bless you but it seems he already has." you grinned.

"woah, how'd you time that so well?" jude asked astonished as he sat down. he still hadn't realized that his mom was recording.

"i didn't i was going to use another line, but i got lucky and you sneezed so I could use that one." you replied.

"you two are gross." jobe spoke up. "and why is it getting recorded?" jobe pointed to the camera before jude quickly turned his head.

"you were in on this too?!" he asked pointing at his mom.

"i didn't know what y/n would say, but i offered to video tape." denise replied.

"i swear you pick the most random times too. i never thought, with the four times you did it... this one being five! i never saw it coming." jude chuckled.

his mom handed you your phone and you posted the full video and showed it to jude's parents, who got a good chuckle out of it. jude smiled as you interacted with his family and squeezed your hand signaling for you to look at him. you looked up and he mouthed i love you, and kissed your head, before letting you continue with your conversation.

[saintwyfe]

LIGHT SWITCH

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

requests are open!!

word count: 472 (this is short lol)

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

warnings: cussing, angst

“IM SICK OF us being on and off like a fucking light switch!” She yelled, throwing her hands down. She gazed into Jude’s dark brown eyes which mirrored her own, large glistening pools about to overfill with tears. She could almost make out her own reflection in them, knowing that he could probably make himself out in hers.

“I’m sorry,” Jude replied, his voice quivering. Like a crackling fire, his voice was on the verge of fading into a faint whisper. His fingers clenched tightly into balled fists, fingernails digging crescent shaped wounds into his palm.

He watched as the girl he had loved since 12th year stared at his hands, then subconsciously tucked them behind his back. Flexing them to make sure there was still circulation.

“Jude I don’t want to do this,” She said, this time her voice slower and softer, comparatively gentle to the harsh words she had spoke just a few moments before. “But I have to, because I don’t want you to think that leaving me in front of restaurants and theatres time after time again, alone- is okay. And-”

“Y/n please,” Jude interrupted, his entire being was pleading, he would’ve dropped to his knees if she wanted him to. “I have loved you since i was 17, and I know at times I seem like a complete idiot, and I know for a fact I don’t deserve you. But I love you, Y/n L/n. I love you. And I’ll be damn stupid to let you leave. You are wonderful, and you are astoundingly smart,you are everything any man wants, and could ask for. But most of all, you are you. You are the girl who inspires me to change, you are the girl who I look forward to seeing every second of the day, and you are the person who not only makes people their best selves, you are the person who makes me, me. Y/n please just stay, I’ll make everything up to you, I’ll-”

This time it was Y/n who interrupted Jude, she had-had enough. She couldn’t take anymore before she would cave. One more word of his monologue and she would’ve folded before him and she’d have been the one begging for forgiveness.

“Jude,” Y/n began, and his sweet doe eyes lit up with hope,

“No,”

The light in his eyes vanished and the sound of his breath hitching filled the silence.

“Goodbye, Jude,” She said, the tears which she had held at bay for so long finally slipping down her face, and slowly but quite noticeably the tears multiplied. One tear became another, and suddenly her cheeks were streaked with warm salty drops. She quickly realized, and wiped what she could off, before whipping around and beginning to walk away.

And as much as she hated admitting it, she had hoped Jude would’ve stopped her.

do you guys want pt 2? feel free to send me suggestions!!

note: idk what this trash is, and ik i didn’t put it on the list of upcoming fics but I need to post smth bc my other fic is giving me writers block. anyway yeah don’t expect short stuff like this very often :)

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