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smileforfelix · 2 years ago

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i wanna get stuck in your head; jude bellingham

summary: lazy days with jude always include pancakes and kisses

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none this is just pure fluff

notes: you can find my masterlist here. need you all to listen to the chorus of pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine to feel the fic bc i had it on repeat while writing

jude hadn't heard your alarm go off and you scrambled to switch it off within seconds, not wanting to force him out of bed early on one of his rare days off. he didn't even shift beside you, besides the slight scrunch of his nose as he buried his face a little further into the pillow. he was on his stomach, one arm crooked beneath the pillow, his other thrown across your body and the heat from him was comforting in the winter morning air. after silencing your alarm you twisted on to your side to face him.

you shuffled in closer to him, lifted your hand to softly graze your fingers across his jaw, brush your thumb over the stubble on his chin. he looked extra peaceful, lips parted as he let out the quietest snores, the constant smirk he's always wearing, gone. his mouth still seemed kiss bitten from the night before and your eyes snagged on the marks your nails had made over his shoulders, heat flushing your body.

it was unfair how effortlessly pretty he was, even while sleeping. the smoothness of his skin, the slope of his nose and the dusting of hair across the lower half of his face making him completely irresistible. he hadn't cut his hair in a while (per your request) and it was slightly longer, the tight curls a little messy from your fingers. he had lines cut into one of his cheeks from where he'd been pressed into the pillow and you smoothed your thumb over them, following them down to trace his bottom lip. he blew out a soft sigh that tickled the palm of your hand.

pressing even closer, jude's arm wound tighter around your waist, tugged your lower half firmly against his. his eyes were still closed but his lips had tilted into a lazy half smile. your hand slid around the back of his head, nails scratching gently over his scalp and he made a low noise, bumped his nose against yours.

"mornin', pretty girl." the rough, sleep coated tone of his voice made you shiver, tugged at something deep inside of you. his leg slipped between both of yours until you were a tangled mess of limbs, pressed so close together you were unsure where he ended and you started. you kissed a spot above his collarbone.

"did i wake you up?"

"mhm, your pervy staring creeped me out." this made you roll your eyes, teeth sinking lightly into his shoulder as a retort. he huffed, his breath tickling across your skin before he kissed the side of your head. "why're you up so early anyway?"

"forgot to turn my alarm off last night." jude gave a little grunt of disapproval, slid his palm down your thigh to hook behind your knee and pull your leg up over his hip. the action pressed you impossibly closer to him, closed the tiny gap between you and you were practically glued to his chest when you curled your arm a little further around his neck, fingers reaching up to toy with his curls. "go back to sleep."

"gimme a kiss first." he grinned sleepily at you, brushed his nose over yours and puckered his lips dramatically. with a soft giggle you pressed a single kiss to his pouted lips, pulled back far too quickly for jude's liking. he made a noise low in his throat, gripped at the back of your neck to pull you in to him as he chased your mouth. he kissed you slowly, a gentle, loving drag of his lips against yours, his thumb stroking lightly over the back of your neck.

your heart thumped unsteadily in your chest and you let him kiss you until you couldn't breathe, until your head spun and he was all you could think about. everything about it was lazy, from the way his tongue lulled over yours to how his thumb had started to massage a spot just behind your ear. as his kisses tapered off, grew slower until his mouth was simply hovering an inch from yours, you tugged the sheets up and over yours heads, kissed him one last time before burying your face into his chest.

jude settled quietly down into his pillow, his hand still against the back of your head, finger tips pushing softly into your scalp in the most soothing way. your own hand fell from his hair to instead press over his back, your nails grazing over his soft skin. it was warm and cozy, your bodies tucked as close as possible, the duvet over your heads creating a dark cocoon. your boyfriend pushed a kiss to the top of your head as sleep started to fog your senses again.

"i love you, y'know." it was a statement, a fact and he sounded so sure you simply hummed in reply, kissed the space over his heart to relay your own confession of love. he knew you loved him, he didn't need to hear you say it back.

it was almost four hours later before the two of you woke up properly and it took another thirty minutes to pry yourselves from the warm comfort of jude's sheets. the sky beyond his curtains was a dark grey, dull with clouds that dropped large sheets of rain. it fell fell so heavily it was difficult to see out of the kitchen window once you made your way downstairs, the loud sound of it against the roof lulling in a way. paired with the occasional rumble of thunder and flash of lightning it was the perfect storm day.

"pancakes." jude shook a bag of flour he'd pulled from the cupboard, the gesture a quiet question of whether you wanted the pancakes or not.

he looked adorably rumpled, eyes still a little heavy with sleep, lips extra plump from your eager kisses. the cold weather called for hoodies and while you'd matched yours with a pair of joggers for extra warmth, he'd simply gone without. his upper body was covered by an oversized brown jumper, the hood pulled up over his hair (he'd complained and said his ears were cold) but his bottom half was bare save for some unnecessarily tight black boxers and a pair of pink fluffy socks. your socks, they had definitely been yours at one point.

"if we've got eggs." you crossed to the other side of the kitchen in search of the egg box, grinning triumphantly when you found it almost full. you could hear jude riffling through the fridge and cupboards as you grabbed the whisk and mixing bowl, balancing the frying pan on top with shaky hands. "babe, will you grab the ladle from the middle drawer?" his hummed reply was soft.

you placed everything on the middle island, jude's arms reaching around your body so he could set the milk and flour down, the ladle following behind. his chest was warm against your back and he dipped his head to press a chaste kiss to your temple before stepping away again.

"y'wanna make them into shapes?"

"hm?" you were pushing yourself up onto the counter top when he asked, brows drawing together in confusion. thunder rumbled over the roof and the rain started to fall a little harder. jude was fiddling with his phone with one hand, his free hand pulling open one of the top cupboards.

"my mum got these cookie cutter things when she was in her crazy baking phase and i'm sure she has a love heart one in here." he flashed you a toothy grin that made your stomach flip. "wanna show you how much i love you." music started playing softly from his phone, dominic fike's voice making your own lips tilt into a smile, and jude finally pulled a red heart shaped cookie cutter from a box.

"we can use that and it won't melt or anything, right?"

"nah, should be fine." he padded across to you, settled himself beside your dangling legs from where you were perched on the counter top and passed you the cutter while he reached for the bowl. "y'got everything we need?"

"think so, i didn't look for anything to measure the stuff out with though."

"s'all good, we'll wing it. i know we need two eggs, we'll just guess the rest." jude set the bowl down in front of him and started on cracking the eggs, the look of concentration on his face tugging at your chest. he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and furrowed his brows, head tilted to one side and it was impossible not to lean forward and kiss him.

your fingers pushed his hood down, thumb grazing softly over the nape of his neck as you pressed forward and landed a kiss against his jaw. his lips immediately kicked into a lazy smile, an appreciative hum rumbling in his throat. your mouth brushed the curve of his jaw and then you were pressing light kisses down his neck, paying extra attention to the soft spot behind his ear.

using your pointer finger on your free hand, you gently turned his face towards yours. he complied easily even as he tried to keep his eyes on the bowl and the egg he'd just cracked. his attention wavered however when you kissed him. his lips parted instantly, tongue meeting yours in slow, lazy movements and you gripped his chin, tried to kiss him a little deeper. he let you for a few moments, his soft moan making your head spin and you were tempted to tell him to leave the pancakes and just kiss you properly. his chin suddenly dipped so he could pull away from your next kiss, head turning back to focus on the bowl.

"baby, c'mon, y'know i can't do it if you keep kissin' me like that." you huffed a soft laugh and muttered an apology into his skin, kissed his cheek one last time before sitting back. "pour the milk in for me, i'm gonna switch the hob on."

a chill swept over you when jude moved away, the space where his thigh had been glued to yours suddenly extra cold. you slid down off the counter and got to adding the milk into the bowl, making your best guess based on the past times you'd made pancakes. the rain was still pattering against the window and behind you jude was singing softly along to the music coming from his phone. his voice cracked a little and you giggled, throwing a look over your shoulder to see him glaring playfully at you.

he switched the hob on before making his way back over to you, sliding up behind you so his chest was flush to your back. he threw his arms around you and reached for the flour, started shaking it into the bowl to join the milk and eggs. holding the whisk up ready you watched the veins in his hand flex as he shook the bag a little quicker.

"that looks like enough, right?"

"i reckon so. let me.." you tugged the bowl a little closer and got to whisking the mixture, glowering at the tiny lumps that refused to break down. you pushed a little faster, arm starting to ache before tipping your head towards your boyfriend with an overdramatic pout. "why's it so lumpy?"

"y'just not whisking it properly, gimme it here." jude flashed his annoying smug smile as he took the bowl and whisk from you, holding it in the crook of his arm to mix. eyes rolling, you reached for the pan and the oil, tipped the smallest bit in before taking it over and setting it on the hob. you waved the cookie cutter over your shoulder to get jude's attention.

"so do we just put this in the pan and pour the mixture inside?"

"yeah. then leave it for a few seconds till the bottom of the pancake is cooking and just lift it off. need to be careful though, if we lift it too early the mixture won't have set and it'll just spill over." a grin tipped your lips and you turned to face him as he wandered over, arm working the whisk around the bowl. you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your hoodie to stop yourself from reaching for him.

"you're hot when you get all chef on me." his laugh was more a snort and he dropped a kiss to your forehead before setting the bowl down on the counter top beside the oven. "'kay, i'll like hold the cutter down and you pour the mixture in."

for the next few minutes you worked quietly, you carefully holding the cutter in place, jude repeatedly muttering at you to be careful not to burn yourself as he used the ladle to pour the mix inside the shape. the mix took a few seconds to set on the bottom and then you were taking the cutter away, an excited noise leaving your lips at the little heart pancake that was left behind.

"look how cute it is."

"i didn't think it would work actually."

"we could so win if we did bake off." with your hands now free, jude having insisted on being the one to flip, you moved into his space, settled against his chest with your arms around his waist. your cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his hoodie and he wrapped his own arms around your shoulders, spatula dangling from his fingers. he was warm and soft, comforting in a way you never thought possible and you wanted to be stuck in the safety of his love forever.

"we'd burn the tent down and you know it." jude kissed the top of your head, let his lips linger as he shuffled the two of you around so he could flip the pancake. you knew it was a slightly awkward position but he said nothing about you clinging to him, just settled his chin against your hair and watched the pancake cook.

"since the weathers shit we can watch a couple more episodes of criminal minds, we might finish season ten." you nodded, eyes closed as you let steady rise and fall of his chest and the patter of rain soothe you. you'd both been ridiculously busy the past few weeks, a lazy day of rest was exactly what you needed. "oi, stop falling asleep on me."

jude had clocked the way you'd gone half limp against him and shook his head, used the spatula to scoop the pancake from the pan and onto a waiting plate. he was gentle in untangling you from his body, purposely ignoring your pout and grumbled complaint as he led you to the stools at the kitchen island.

"sit here while i finish making these then we'll go cuddle on the sofa, yeah?"

"y'gonna make them all into hearts?"

"nah, just that one. here." he went over to rifle through the cupboards again and brought out a bottle of syrup, squeezed some onto your pancake in the shape of the letter j. he grinned adoringly at you. "cause i love you."

"you're ridiculous." jude only rolled his eyes at that, handed you a knife and fork from the drawer behind him but before he could go back to the oven you were stopping him. "wait, i wanna.." your fingers wrapped around the strings of his hoodie to tug him towards to you, his palms settling against the counter top on either side of your body and effectively caging you in. he eyed you curiously. "i want you to kiss me." and really he couldn't pass that up.

his mouth slotted carefully over yours, lips soft and loving as he urged yours open. he licked into your mouth with a slow kind of neediness, his movements lazy and just a little messy. you fisted at his hoodie and pulled him closer, gave a quiet whimper when one of his hands slid around the back of your neck and tipped you further into him. you’re not sure how long he kissed you, you got lost in the drag and pull of his mouth, in the way his thumb was brushing gently just behind your ear and then you were pulling apart to breathe. jude kept his forehead against yours, let your lips hover only inches apart as you fought to clear the fog in your head.

“your pancake’s gonna be cold.”

“oh.” you blinked and he laughed, kissed your forehead and pulled away from you, stepped back towards the oven. he was grinning, a glow to his skin and a sparkle in his eyes, an expression that was nothing but unfiltered adoration. he swiped his thumb across his bottom lip.

shying away from this gaze you let your own trail over the heart shaped pancake and the now soaked up j, a grin lifting your own lips. another rumble of thunder sounded outside and you wondered when it had started up so aggressively again, the rain lashing hard over the windows. it was still grey and miserable outside but for once you were more than thankful for the storm.

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