#jude bellingham x reader

[jsprnt]

recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed isn’t as simple as you had expected…

jude bellingham x fem!reader

A/N: it’s been way too long since I’ve written or posted anything on this account. but I’m so happy I could write something! as you might have guessed, I’m currently suffering from having my wisdom teeth pulled, and needed to find a distraction to not go crazy at home.. anyhow, hope you like it, enjoy!

W/C: 1.480

"I can't talk a lot right now.."

You mumble out, trying to bite down on the white gauze in your mouth. The jaw surgeon and her nurses had just pulled out two of your impacted wisdom teeth half an hour ago, the numbness from the local anesthesia still making your tongue and cheek feel incredibly weird.

"That's okay, love. Just come and sit on the couch.."

Your boyfriend, Jude tells you, one hand on your waist and one holding up an ice pack to your right cheek. The coldness soothing your sore face.

The morning birds were still chirping outside, as you had scheduled your appointment as early as possible. Wanting to get it over and done with.

"I really want a drink.." You choke out, placing your head on the couch cushion, the soft material more comfortable than the hard chair in the surgeon’s office you had lain on earlier.

"The doctor said you can't drink until the anesthesia has worn off, babe." Jude voices out, his thumb wiping away some bloody spit coming out the corner of your mouth.

Being a professional footballer for years had made him absolutely immune to anything pertaining to blood and wounds. He'd experienced and seen so many injuries to count on his hands, which turned out to be beneficial for you in a moment like this.

He'd gone as far as to postpone his post-season family vacation when he'd heard you planned to spend your post-opp days miserable and alone in your apartment. Wanting to be there for you when you were healing and needed some extra love and support.

"That's so unfair.." You whisper, closing your eyes as you let out a strangled sigh. Still emotional from what happened back at the hospital.

Yes, you were fully numbed, but being conscious and aware of the fact that your gums and jawbone were being cut and drilled into made you squeamish and extra nervous.

"I know, baby.." You hear your boyfriend say, a warm towel coming to wipe your mouth and face.

"Let's change you into your pajamas. It's best if you sleep off the numbness.."

He'd changed and helped you into bed within minutes, planting a sweet and comforting kiss onto your forehead, as he pulled up the comforter to your chest.

"I don't want you to go.." You whisper out when you notice him back away, his hands reaching for the doorknob.

"Hm? You want me to stay?" He cocks a brow, hesitating as he was planning to call his mum to ask if she could make some soup for you. He'd obviously want to make some himself, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to take his chances— of you ending up even more miserable when you tasted his cooking skills, or rather lack thereof..

"Please.."

Jude's heart clenches in his chest as he hears the emotion in your voice, he lets go of the doorknob, making a beeline towards his side of the bed.

He makes quick work of texting his mum, before placing his phone on the nightstand, and coming to wrap his arms around your waist. His warm body and muscular arms providing some much- needed comfort.

"Here, here.. close your eyes, baby, hm? I'll be here when you wake up.."

You make a small noise, before turning in his hold to face him. You look him over, his concerned brown eyes, and plump lips set in a line of worry. Unconsciously, his hand comes up to fix the ice pack underneath your head.

"C'mon, sleep now, yeah?" Jude goes in to kiss your forehead once more, a thumb swiping over your brow bone.

Nodding softly, you close your eyes. Exhaustion taking over you, as a result of your nerves not letting you sleep properly last night.

The last thing you see before nodding off, is Jude's handsome face. And as he promised; the first thing you see when waking up hours later in the afternoon— is his face again.

"Morning, sleepyhead. How are you feelin'?” Jude's gentle voice coaxes you awake, your consciousness slowly getting clearer. You immediately notice the fact that the ice pack underneath your head is frozen solid, noting that Jude must've switched it for a frozen one while you were asleep.

"It hurts.." Your first words make him frown in worry, one hand coming to check the size of your swollen cheek.

"You're a bit swollen, baby.." He comments, his gaze overridden with worry and guilt. Jude can't help but feel relief at the fact that he'd decided to stay home until you’ve recovered, since he couldn't have left you alone in your vulnerable state.

"Here, sit up so I can feed you some of my mum’s soup.." He says, stabilizing your back as you move to sit.

You immediately groan at the change of position, feeling your cheek swell up wasn't for the weak..

"I want medicine.." You comment, frowning in pain. Your hand coming to cling onto Jude's bicep, fingers curling around the bulging muscles.

"Okay, baby.. here— let me..."

Jude makes quick work of grabbing the painkillers on the nightstand, grabbing two for optimal effect.

"Take one at a time, slowly.." He muses, slowly placing one into your mouth. Jude brings up a cup of lukewarm water, helping you wash away the medicine.

"Remember, no rinsing your mouth until tomorrow..." He comments, placing the empty glass back on the nightstand.

"Gross.." You mumble back, the idea of having a crusty-bloody mouth until tomorrow makes you want to grab a bottle of mouthwash and rinse your mouth until you feel and taste only the mintiness of the liquid.

"I won't kiss you until then.." Jude teases, a smirk pulling on his lips, a hint of mocking in his eyes.

"You're so mean.." You mumble out, clinging onto the ice pack for some relief.

"I love you too.." He muses, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you closer.

"Do you want to eat in bed, or would you like to sit at the table?" Jude asks, fingers playing with your hair strands, the feeling making you slightly ticklish.

"Here.." You comment, eyes going to the bowl of soup on his nightstand. No way did you have energy to move to the dinner table.

"I love your mum.." You add, appreciating the fact that she had taken the time out of her busy day to cook for you.

A silent declaration of love.

Jude chuckles at your love for his mother, moving his arm to grab the warm bowl of soup.

"I'll let her know, or— you should tell her yourself when you see her.." He stirs the liquid with a metal spoon, then holds up a spoonful of soup, and blows on it.

He knows it would be better to eat lukewarm and warm foods, as anything very hot could cause you to burn your mouth. He’d rather not add anything to your list of burdens today...

"Here you go, have some.." Jude coaxes, feeding you slowly until you finish the bowl of soup with a sigh.

"That was good.." You mumble, humming when you feel a warm towel on your face.

"Are you still hungry?" Jude asks, wiping away the residual soup from your lips, as licking them was harder with half your jaw stitched shut.

"No, I'm good..."

You move up to his lap, thighs pressing against his, as Jude gets the queue to wrap his arm around you, stabilizing the ice pack on your cheek.

"Hands around me.." He tells you, knowing it was the most comfortable for you to rest your hands, and not to worry about holding the cold, icy plastic to your face.

"Good girl, we'll let the soup settle into your belly, and then I'll prepare a warm bath, 'kay?" Jude whispers, running a soothing hand down your back.

You hum, taking his signature cologne in. Normally, when he would go out— he'd smell like sandalwood and bergamot— like the perfume you'd gifted him on his birthday years ago. Something he would rebuy and apply all the time, just to think of you when you weren't there..

Now, he smelled the definition of clean. A soft, gentle smell of the shampoo in his recently washed hair, and the smell of his sweet cocoa body lotion, something you couldn't help but steal from him..

"I want a smoothie after this.." You mumble, taking in the soothing touches. The taste of a freshly made smoothie was heavenly to you, especially when you were feeling down or under the weather..

"Of course, whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.."

You don't catch the soft, soothing smile Jude has on his face, but do know that no matter how hard this recovery process gets, he'll stay by your side no matter what...

[sinflowersugar]

Like, we would never. I would never.

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[juudesgirl]

Through the Storm - Jude Bellingham

“Sometimes love isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s what survives the silence”

Madrid was golden in the evenings. But tonight, had long since set, and the glow never reached inside.

Jude sat in the quiet of the living room, staring at nothing, elbows on his knees, hands limp between them. His heart had been feeling hollow for weeks now, and he didn’t know how to talk about it. He didn’t know how to stop the quiet unraveling that had taken over his relationship — slow and invisible, like a rope fraying thread by thread.

She was still in the bedroom. Same house, same space… but it felt like they were miles apart. And the worst part?

He had done this.

Not with cruelty, not with intention.

But with silence.

With distance.

With walls.

And now, the silence between them was deafening.

He opened his phone and tapped a contact he hadn’t leaned on in far too long: Jobe.

The phone rang, and with each ring, Jude’s stomach twisted tighter.

Then—“Yo, big man. What’s up?”

Jude didn’t respond. His throat was too full of everything he hadn’t said.

“Jude?” Jobe’s voice sharpened, more serious now. “You alright?”

“I don’t know,” Jude finally whispered, voice dry, small — not like himself at all. “I don’t think I am.”

There was a pause. “Talk to me.”

Jude leaned forward, pressing his palm to his forehead, fingers trembling. “I think I’m losing her.”

“Her who— Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

A beat of silence.

“It’s not a fight,” Jude continued. “It’s worse. It’s this slow… fading. Like I’ve been watching us die in silence, and I’ve just let it happen. I kept pushing her away. She’d ask if I was okay and I’d say ‘yeah.’ She’d reach for me and I’d flinch like love was something I couldn’t afford to feel.”

His voice cracked. He didn’t try to hide it. “And now she’s still here — but she’s not really with me. And it’s my fault. I’ve made her feel like she’s loving a ghost.”

Jobe exhaled hard. “Damn.”

“I’ve been drowning,” Jude admitted, voice shaking. “Pressure, expectations, everything. And instead of leaning on her — on anyone — I just buried it. I thought being strong meant keeping it all in. But now I don’t even recognize myself. And I don’t know how to tell her. I’m terrified that if I speak, all of it will come pouring out and she’ll realise just how messed up I really am.”

“Mate,” Jobe said softly. “She already knows you’re not invincible. She doesn’t want perfect. She wants real. She chose you. But she can’t love you if you won’t let her see you.”

Jude’s breath caught. “What if I’ve already broken it?”

“Then let her see you trying to fix it,” Jobe said. “Let her see your fear. Your guilt. Your love. You’re not the only one hurting, Jude. But you can be the one to start the healing.”

There was a long silence.

Then Jude nodded, tears running freely now. “I don’t want to lose her.”

“Then go get her,” Jobe said. “And this time, bring all of you with you”

_

The hallway to the bedroom felt longer than it ever had.

He paused in the doorway.

She was curled up under the covers, facing the window. Her body was still — but not asleep. He knew that stillness. It was the kind people used when they were trying not to break.

“Can I sit with you?” he asked, his voice raw.

She turned. Her eyes were rimmed red, but dry — like she’d cried earlier, and there was nothing left.

She nodded.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands. Then up at her. “I talked to Jobe.”

Her brows lifted slightly, surprised.

“I told him I thought I was losing you. That I’ve been scared out of my mind. That I didn’t know how to let you see me fall apart.”

She looked at him now, really looked. He wasn’t polished. He wasn’t performing. He looked like a boy who had finally stopped running from his own sadness.

“I thought if I kept everything locked up, if I stayed strong, I could protect you from the worst of me,” he whispered. “But all I did was make you feel alone.”

She swallowed. Her lip trembled, but she held it in.

Jude continued, voice shaking: “I’ve been under so much pressure I thought I’d break. And the one person who could’ve helped me carry it… I shut her out. I kept giving you the version of me who could smile through it. But inside, I’ve been drowning.”

He paused, wiping at his face, blinking through the tears.

“I miss us,” he said. “Not just the good parts. I miss telling you things. Letting you in. I miss being your safe place. And I miss letting you be mine.”

Her face crumpled then, tears spilling. “You made me feel like I was asking for too much… just for wanting to know you.”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I hate that I made you feel like that. You weren’t asking for too much. You were asking for the bare minimum. And I didn’t give it. But I’m here now. I’m not hiding anymore.”

He reached for her hand. “Please don’t give up on us.”

She looked down at their fingers, intertwined. Then up at him.

“I was never going to,” she whispered. “But I couldn’t hold us up by myself anymore. I needed to feel you beside me, not just physically… but emotionally. I needed to feel your heart.”

Jude leaned forward then, forehead resting against hers. His voice broke again: “It’s yours. Every shattered piece of it. Always.”

And then — he kissed her.

Not to erase the pain.

Not to fix it.

But to say: I’m still here. I’m still choosing you. Even in the mess. Especially in the mess.

The kiss was slow. Soft. Tear-streaked. One of those kisses that says everything words could never hold. One of those moments where two people don’t just find each other — they remember.

When they pulled away, they stayed forehead to forehead. Breathing together.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you more than I’ve ever said,” he replied. “And from now on, I won’t keep that love quiet.”

They lay down together then, wrapped in each other, no longer drifting. No longer separate. The silence was still there — but now, it was peaceful. Healing. Safe.

Because love, the real kind, doesn’t always shout.

Sometimes, it speaks in small moments.

In tears wiped away.

In truths finally told.

In hands held tightly in the dark.

And in kisses that say:

We made it through the storm. Together

[sinflowersugar]

I sometimes think of 'reader inserts' as some form of role-play. When good things are happening, I'm totally down for it. When something bad or weird is happening, I'm simply along for the ride with my head out the window, screaming, "I would never do this! What the fuck?! Me?!".

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

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

[itrainswhenurhere]

[zeegaazeegaah]

it's been years and i came here to say one thing to my fellow readers... the reason why the fanfictions you read now suck, is not only because of the use of ai but also because of the fact that those who are writing it with ai or however, aren't passionate about writing it at all. i'm not saying one has to be deeply into writing and love writing fanfiction. im saying that if you care enough to put something up for people to read, based on your imagination... please try... at least TRY giving your characters their characteristic traits so we readers don't feel like two bots are talking to each other. i posted in 2022, which is crazy. had no idea about chatgpt back then. truly thrived then. truly loved reading wtv was put under the fanfiction tag of my desired characters... yes your writing can suck just like mine and there are tools like grammarly to fix it... but please... at least attempt to make the characters sound like theyre human beings. no im sure gavi pedri wouldn't talk like robots to their gfs irl. bad joke. i came here after checking tags after ages and had a breakdown at the sheer lack of effort yall are putting into writing fanfics/oneshofs whatever. it is devastating to have to read through all of that.

[suni-writings]

Stop hating me.

jude bellingham x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

+18!! mdni

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

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

“Bellingham, we shouldn’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you think, princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[v6quewrlds]

❝ darling, j. bellingham. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

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

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

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

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: jude bellingham x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.2k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[paucubarsisimp]

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

[trentsgirl]

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

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

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

⟡ playing: idk tbh

⟡ masterlist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

clearly, he didn’t appreciate your little prank.

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

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

“i’m stating nothing but the truth.”

it was your turn to roll your eyes.

[justageekk]

Jude bellingham nsfw alphabet

IN WHERE: jude nsfw alphabet

THIS ONE SHOT IS: fem!reader x jude bellingham

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: so much smut

request open

A = Aftercare

After sex, Jude helps you clean up and then cuddles with you in bed. He strokes your back, kisses your forehead, whispers “you did amazing”, and runs his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.

B = Body part

He’s obsessed with your thighs. Completely addicted to how they tremble when he’s eating you out or how you squeeze his head with them. He also bites them, leaves marks, and loves watching his fingers sink into that soft part of you.

C = Cum

He loves finishing inside. Nothing drives him crazier than feeling you clench around him when he cums. But if he can’t, his second favorite spot is your stomach or your tits.

D = Dirty Secret

Jude doesn’t keep secrets — he’s a freak. He likes telling you everything and doing everything to you.

E = Experience

He’s got experience, but with you, he’s really let go. He lets you explore, suggest, play. You can tell he knows what he’s doing, but what makes him so good is how much he enjoys watching you fall apart.

F = Favorite Position

Face to face, with your legs wrapped around his waist. He wants to see you, hear you, have you close.

G = Goofy

Not much during sex, but before and after he’s all cuddly and sweet. Laughs at how nervous you get, cracks dumb jokes to relax you, and sometimes grabs you from behind in the kitchen saying, “mmm, you smell so good… should I fuck you here or on the couch?”

H = Hair

He likes to keep it clean, but natural. No fully shaved look — just trimmed and neat enough to feel good.

I = Intimacy

Very intense. Slow, fast, rough, gentle — however you need it, Jude will give it to you.

J = Jack off

He does it when he hasn’t seen you in days… and he always thinks of you. Your videos, your voice notes, even your texts.

K = Kink

He’s got a control kink. Loves dominating, but never in a rude way, he guides you, orders you, makes you talk. Jude loves hearing dirty things from you, so when you can speak, he’s hooked.

L = Location

He’s obsessed with the couch. Something about having you naked in the middle of the living room, fully exposed, drives him mad. But he’s also into forbidden places: hotel bathrooms, the backseat of a car with tinted windows, even a fitting room.

M = Motivation

He gets off on pleasing you, so when you’re stressed, it turns him on. If he sees you frustrated, his first instinct is to make you forget everything. Hearing you moan after a bad day is his reward.

N = No

He’s not into humiliation or pain. He never wants to see you cry — unless it’s from pleasure. And he would never touch you without consent, especially not if you’re drunk or out of it.

O = Oral

He loves receiving, but going down on you drives him insane. Loves seeing you on your knees, looking up at him with your mouth full. The way you tie your hair back, how you tease with slow licks or take it all to make him moan. He bites his lip while watching, sometimes guiding your head gently with his hand.

If he had to choose, though, he prefers receiving. Nothing turns him on more than your wet, desperate mouth around him. He loves cumming on your tongue, watching you swallow, seeing you wipe the corner of your mouth and ask, “did you like that?” like you don’t know the power you have.

P = Pace

He starts slow, then picks up the speed and gets rough. If you’re on top, he lets you ride at your pace… until he gets impatient and takes over.

Q = Quickie

Yes — and he loves them. Before events, in party bathrooms, when you show up for a visit. He pushes you against the wall, lifts your skirt or pulls your pants down, and doesn’t even undress fully. They’re fast, dirty, desperate.

R = Risk

Very down for it. Gets turned on by risky places, semi-public sex (without being seen, but close). Loves playing with the danger of getting caught, how fast it has to be, how you don’t even have time to think.

S = Stamina

He’s got too much energy. Can go one, two, three rounds — especially if you’re still needy. Sometimes he lets you rest while he keeps touching you until you’re ready for more.

T = Toys

He doesn’t need them, but if you want to use one, he’s in. He’s used vibrators and soft restraints with you — but he’s always the one holding the controls.

U = Unfair

Such a tease sometimes. Loves making you beg, edging you, stopping right when you’re about to come. “Are you ready yet?” “No, not yet… just hold on a little longer…” And he smirks at how desperate you get.

V = Volume

Low moans, but deep. Says your name, growls through his teeth when he cums, sometimes whispers rough things in your ear while thrusting deeper. He’s quieter during quickies, but in long sessions? He doesn’t hold back.

W = Wild Card

One time, right after a fight. Nothing serious, just that tense silence after an argument. You were in the kitchen ignoring him, and he walked up, pushed you against the counter, pulled your panties down, and fucked you right there. No words, just rough, needy sex until neither of you remembered what the fight was about.

X = X-ray

He’s packing and he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning

He can control himself, he’s not always horny… but if it’s you? He’s always ready in seconds.

Z = Zzz

After sex and after helping you clean up, he waits for you to fall asleep first and then finally lets himself rest.

© justageekk, 2025.

[afterglowsainz]

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

jealousy | jude bellingham

obsessed with this concept already !!

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

warnings: none

word count: 738

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

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

“someone dm you.” he says.

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

“who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure.” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[juudesgirl]

The Space He Chose - Jude Bellingham (Part 1)

It had been almost four weeks since Jude ended it.

Y/N still remembered the exact moment — the way the light had faded behind him as the sun set through the Madrid skyline, the way he’d stood awkwardly in their apartment, hands in his pockets, voice low, like he was reading a pre-rehearsed script.

“I need to focus. On the game. On my career. I can’t give you the time you deserve. I don’t want to keep failing you, Y/N… I think this is the right thing.”

She hadn’t argued. Because what could she say to someone who had already made up his mind?

She’d nodded. Swallowed the lump in her throat. Packed quietly. Left the place that had once felt like home with just a suitcase and the aching echo of goodbye.

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Now, back in Birmingham, Y/N walked through the city streets wrapped in her navy trench coat, scarf snug around her neck, trying to push the chill away — the one in the air and the one inside her chest.

She wasn’t meant to be out long. Just picking up a book from her favorite indie bookstore. A little corner of comfort she used to visit with Jude whenever he was home — before Madrid, before everything changed.

She was halfway to the till when she heard it.

“Y/N?”

She turned, heart immediately skipping.

Denise.

Her soft brown eyes sparkled the same way they always had. Next to her stood Mark, tall and composed as always, and Jobe, taller now but still carrying that mischief in his grin.

Y/N froze, breath caught between surprise and heartache.

Denise’s face lit up. “Oh my God! Look who it is!”

And before Y/N could even think, Denise had wrapped her in a warm, tight hug. The kind of hug that used to feel like home.

Mark smiled warmly. “What a lovely surprise. How’ve you been, love?”

Jobe grinned. “Didn’t expect to see you here. You’re back for a bit?”

Y/N offered a tight, polite smile, her fingers gripping her tote bag just a little harder.

“Just visiting some old places,” she said gently.

“Tell Jude we said hi,” Denise said cheerfully. “And please tell him to finally reply in the family group chat. We’ve been trying to get him to commit to a date for the next family dinner, and all he did was react to our message with a thumbs up emoji!”

Jobe laughed. “Seriously, when you’re with him, just grab his phone and type out a reply for him.”

Y/N’s smile faded slightly. The lump in her throat returned.

She took a breath. Now or never.

“I’m… I’m not with Jude anymore.”

Silence.

Denise’s expression faltered. Her brows lifted, a stunned softness taking over her face. Mark blinked, his hands slipping into his coat pockets. Jobe stopped fiddling with the book he was holding.

“What… what do you mean?” Denise asked softly, almost cautiously.

Y/N swallowed hard, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. “We broke up. About a month ago.”

Jobe looked between them all, utterly confused. “Wait, what? Are you serious?”

Y/N nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. It… wasn’t my choice.”

Denise’s lips parted, eyes glistening. “Oh, sweetheart… what happened?”

Y/N held their gaze for a moment, then looked down at her hands. She didn’t want to cry in this bookstore. Not again. Not in front of them.

“You’ll have to ask Jude,” she said quietly. “He… he said he needed to focus on football. That he didn’t have space for anything else. For me.”

Mark looked away for a moment, jaw tight. Denise’s hand instinctively reached for Y/N’s, squeezing it.

“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to you all,” Y/N said, voice thick with emotion. “You’ve been such a huge part of my life these past few years. And I love you all so much. Truly.”

Her voice cracked.

“I just didn’t expect my last time seeing you to be… like this.”

Denise blinked quickly, as if pushing tears back. “You don’t have to say goodbye, you know. You’re still family to us.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered, offering a sad smile. “But I think… I need to let go. Completely. And I think this is part of that.”

There was a long silence.

“I’m really glad I ran into you today,” she continued. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I hadn’t had the chance to see you. To tell you in person. And to thank you. For everything. For letting me be part of your world. For treating me like one of your own.”

Her eyes welled.

“Please take care of each other. And Jude. Even if he pushes you away a bit — just remind him he’s not alone.”

She leaned in and hugged Denise tightly. Then Mark. Then Jobe.

And then she stepped back.

“Goodbye,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

And with that, Y/N turned and walked out into the cold grey afternoon, blinking back tears, her heart breaking quietly all over again.

[foreverisntenough]

A Little 'Act II' SMAU

Jude Bellingham x Reader SMAU | Following the 'Act II' fic

( with a slight nod to ‘Ours’ but only because we love Judey and Teddy iykyk)

Check out other FIE SMAUs here

🍒🌞🍹❤️‍🔥🫶🪩 PART FIVE | Not Done Yet 🪩🫶❤️‍🔥🍹🌞🍒

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📍Paris | [🎶Booyakasha - Booska-P, JRK 19🎶]

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Winnie.Baby1 Slide 4 is so 🥺🥺🥺 also you look hot af, obviously User90 Jude had 1 goal and 1 assist and still found time to be a boyfriend and an uncle. Generational. JudeBellingham Whoever took that first photo must be very funny… ↳Y/N.xx “Very” would be generous… ↳JudeBellingham how about sexy? ↳Y/N.xx “very” would be an understatement 😉 User90 Wait… did I miss a chapter whose baby is that??? louisvuitton A certain couple has finally arrived… parfait, bien sûr 🖤 User81 Jude went from dribbling past defenders to getting soft-launched with a LV filter 💀 TobyBishay At what point do we stop calling these soft launches? User888 I’ve never seen better looking people in my life User61 Paris suits you. So does he 😏 User14 NOT HER HOLDING THE BABY. I REPEAT. SHE HAS THE BABY. Aurelientchm T’as oublié ton gars ou quoi? 👀 User45 imagine being this photogenic. couldn’t be me 🙄 User111 PFW? Forget the shows! You posted a full memoir and we’re eating it UP Trentarnold66 10th slide looks familiar 👀 that my baby? User2323 I spy with my little eye… two people who think we’re not watching 👁️👁️ User09 Got @/judebellingham cheesin like that in 4k lmao 😭 WhitneySmith Teddy’s fave auntie. certified. no arguments. And that’s between us 👼 ↳Winnie.Baby1 So am I supposed to ignore this? Footybanter TAA & JB5 pulling up like the LV boyfriends of the year 🤝 User09 not Jude making an appearance 😭 We get it. Stop rubbing it in. User66 this is giving… betrayal. my roman empire is crumbling in real time 💔 User89 IS THIS HAPPENING?? 😭😭😭 Jobebellingham Soft-launch speed: Olympic. Evidence level: undeniable. User823 you win. no warnings. just devastation 🥲 User8492 don’t mind me sobbing over the fact this entire post smells like black coffee, designer perfume, and love User1515 This is giving Louis Vuitton campaign couple by next spring. ↳User67 OMFG I’ll scream ↳Louisvuitton @/judebellingham @/Y/N.xx 👀👀👀

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📍Paris | [🎶L's - Nemzzz🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham all my L’s they come with a V view all 2,012 comments…

Winnie.Baby1 Soft launch? Nah this is a tell-all 😭 He’s giving fashion WEEK boyfriend!! ↳User45 Excuse me?!?! Boyfriend?!!?! 😳 User40 jude soft-launching y/n like we’re not all painfully aware 💀 User611 not him posting a pic that screams: “we’d make such a cute family wouldn’t we” 😭😭😭 ↳User55 FR that’s not just any girl holding a baby… that’s his girl holding their practice baby ↳User_11 someone go check his Pinterest board rn Y/N.xx just call me your accessory next time 💅 ↳Judebellingham What about sumthing else? User9294 I love how his entire vibe has changed since dating y/n. like?? glowed up, softened, flourished User777 Who’s cutie little hands are those 🥺🥺🥺 K.mbappe l’amour. c’est ça. Userr09 Carrying her shoes 😭😭😭😭 Louisvuitton Notre garçon 🤝 User72 Jude went from breaking midfield lines to breaking our hearts 😭 Trentarnold66 Can I have my baby back? ↳WhitneySmith Our** User49 He posted her with a baby. it's real. it’s happening. i’m hyperventilating. ↳User93 it's the way he zoomed in on her with Teddy like that was his baby too… help TobyBishay why does this feel like a couple’s shared custody post? i’m uncomfortable… User000 is jude bellingham in his boyfriend era?? am i seeing this right? Jobebellingham Softest man on earth. Also who’s in slide 4 👀 User17 It’s always the ones you think you have time for 😩 User90 you’re giving “next one’s ours” energy and I need you to STOP Gqstyleeditor Bellingham might’ve just cemented his place as the future of fashion-forward football User22_ This is basically a relationship announcement but ok carry on 😭 Aurelientchm Très française… et très suspect 😏 User91 He really had to remind us he’s the best dressed and taken huh 🫠 User03 uncle jude & daddy trent in one post?? the internet’s not gonna make it. Camavinga In France….Même pas un p’tit coup de fil ? T’es froid. User86 I’m happy for them but I’m going to walk into the sea

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📍Paris | [🎶Very Few Friends - Saint Levant🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others WhitneySmith Only with them xx view all 233 comments…

Y/N.xx No New Friends 🔒🔒🔒 ↳WhitneySmith Forever 🔐 ↳User50 I wouldn’t want new friends either tbf ↳User888 Guess that works when your boyfriends are also dating… ↳User50 💀💀💀 User926 my heart’s not built for this content 🥹 Winnie.Baby1 Feeling mildly left out…. ↳Y/N.xx Miss you bae User67 My god this child is living my dream life 😭😭 Tobybishay my bro walking the Seine like he’s the main character…. User09 that birkin pic is ACTUALLY art. frame it. louvre it. Jobebellingham ngl Teddy got more drip than all of us User45 Whitney in that hotel bed?? Wow. ↳User56 Congratulations to Trent lol DeniseBellingham2 Your baby girl is glowing and so are you! User101 A radiant maman ✨ VogueFrance How do we get invited to spend PFW with this friend group? ↳Y/N.xx Toi, t’as pas besoin d’invit’ User09 Y/N and Whitney kissing Teddy’s cheeks like she’s a baby angel they were sent to protect 😭😭 Louis98 La vraie star ici c’est Teddy 💫 User100 Teddy girl already on her third passport stamp and first luxury jet 😭 Judebellingham The best-dressed fam in Paris, don’t @ me 🤷‍♂️ User788 no bc trent walking along the Seine alone like he's carrying the weight of fatherhood and fashion week on his shoulders ↳Y/N.xx more like the stress of Whitney saying we’re late 😬 ↳Judebellingham Sorry Trentski. My bad bro 😅 ↳WhitneySmith The invitation has a time for a reason 😵‍💫 User81 It’s giving Dior diaper bag, room service bottles, and bedtime stories told in French ✨ Trentarnold66 Did we approve the soft launch in slide 5? Asking for a friend. ↳Y/N.xx You have a baby with her… the soft launch is over 🙄

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📍Paris | [🎶Circadian Rhythm - Drake🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Trentarnold66 💤 view all 2,533 comments…

User40 he may be running on fumes but the fit? never tired ↳User582 he's on 3 hours a night and still turning up… I’m tired. TobyBishay: Slide1: Louis V Slide 2: Dior. Slide 3: drama. WhitneySmith Teddy is the only girl I’d share you with tbf 🧸 ↳Trentarnold66 only one I’d want to be shared with xx User71 More posts with Jude than his own daughter lol… Y/N.xx Don’t let that AP distract you from the fact Ted has Dior on 😭 User40 Y’all really made baby content the new fashion accessory 🍼x 👜 User111 He really posted her love note. He’s worse than Jude Jobebellingham My bro out here being Fashion Dad of the Year™️ ↳Y/N.xx Everyone say thank you to Whit for making him “fashion” dad of the year lol User000 This post smells like Tom Ford, warm baby lotion, and generational romance 🧸 Footballerfits Braids. Baby. Birkins. Bellinghams. It’s giving range bro. User19X Y/N ON JUDE’S BACK??? SLIDE 3??? EXCUSE ME SIR ↳User60 Lets talk about it?!?! ↳User85 that slide is what happens when the group chat forgets to coordinate the launch rollout 😭 Winnie.Baby1 not the softest girl dad energy wrapped in the iciest wrist game 🥺 + 😮‍💨 User101 no but this is actually the cutest triangle of family vibes i’ve ever seen 😭😭😭 User865 Teddy in Paris??? Baby girl is collecting stamps before her teeth 🕊💌 User01 Trent and Jude in their DILF eras. The world wasn’t ready. Judebellingham Broski 🤝 ↳Judebellingham more pics of my little bestie next time tho…. User4820 Pic of him and Jude is actually peak bromance. I feel bad for the girls icl User1773 I can’t figure out how serious any of these couples are… ↳User60 No FR… They’re messing about. A baby with no ring? Soft launches with no title? ↳User1773 I’d scream. Girlies stand up.

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[🎶Snooze - SZA🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others Judebellingham main one, riding 🪽 view all 3,521 comments…

User40 OMFG it’s happening! Everyone stay calm! It’s happening! WhitneySmith we love love (and public PDA) User611 I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Delete this. User102 You mean to tell me I’ve been decoding location tags for MONTHS and now it’s just out like this ??? parisstreetsightings I SAW THEM THAT NIGHT AND NOBODY BELIEVED ME Trentarnold66 bro dropped the Champions League of soft launches User58_3 this is worse than the Champions League final for me personally Winnie.Baby1 @/Y/N.xx hiding in these pics for what? ↳WhitneySmith Oh no! His millions of followers might see mee 😭😭😭 ↳Y/N.xx Please shut up User990 he went from soft launch to holding hands in public with intention real quick User22 she’s beautiful I can’t even hate properly 🫠 User764_2 THE HANDS AROUND HIM??? she’s CLAIMING HIM. Aurelientchm Wah… j’suis choqué là. ↳K.mbappe Incroyable, vraiment 😂😂😂 User17 and the green Goyard makes its final appearance 😭😭😭 TobyBishay bet you wouldn’t post that chess pic if they knew you lost mate 😭 ↳Judebellingham low it mate 🤫 User804 I just know he be texting her “u up?” from the England camp User288_1 Jude Bellingham got a girlfriend and now my team's losing. Coincidence??? Louis98 C’est mort pour toi maintenant 😌 elle va te mener à la baguette ↳Y/N.xx Rude???? User44 from blurry shadows to HANDS IN PUBLIC we’ve come so far 😭 4amteapage I need to their see all their photos. For research ofc. Camavinga Enfin bordel !!! Now I can stop pretending I don’t know things. User700 she won. game, set, match. jobebellingham Am i supposed to comment like I’m just finding out? LMK. User91_7 I’ve been laughing through the pain for 20 mins now

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📍France | [🎶Snooze - SZA🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Only you. view all 1,013 comments…

Louis98 Oh là là… quelle surprise! Does this mean I get match day tickets? ↳Judebellingham I’ll hook you up, fréro 🤝 User102 THE WAY HE’S HOLDING HER IN PARIS… I’m not okay User58_3 This woman said hard launch but make it FATAL Winnie.Baby YUPPPPPPP. You are obnoxiously hot in love 😮‍💨 User73 She really finessed the softest man in football. Legends only User990 the "only you" handwriting??? oh we're done for User17 she really said my man, my sunglasses, my city, our game Trentarnold66 he’s done for and we like it that way ↳Judebellingham Gonna keep it that way G 🤝 ↳User288_1 Oh Jude is TROLLING trolling this comment section User804 she’s laying like someone in love. I don’t care User700 the hand on the small of her back… yeah. we lost. 4amteapage he wears her sunglasses and she drives him around. I’m going to combust Camavinga Il manque juste la clope et la pluie ↳Aurelientchm Comme dans un film français 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx Are you two going to chat under all my posts??? User505 not her drinking wine with the caption “only you” as if we could all keep scrolling normally after this??? User7_1 heels in the street??? in love in paris?? she’s living my dream User59 I feel sick. Is he holding her like that on my internet??? Jobebellingham Could do better… just saying 🤷‍♂️ ↳Louis98 Unlikely ↳Y/N.xx close to blocked Lou…

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📍England | [🎶Home - Knucks🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham Back home view all 3,103 comments…

User09 No. No. No. don’t play with me rn. Trentarnold66 man like uncle jude User45 Oh that’s his wife now… WhitneySmith Ted’s obsessed with Judey 🧸 Thanks for the cuddles (and the hangover for me). User000 La Liga player of the year turned babysitter 😭 Ma7ell 😭😭 family fr. ↳Judebellingham Broski 🤝 User19 nah but tell us if she’s the reason you’ve been moving like Zidane lately. User666 So you’re soft now huh. ↳User131 if he's soft it's cause he's in love and I love that for him. Jobebellingham Still don’t trust you to hold a baby for longer than 4 minutes. User60 the baby. the coffee. the record store. the soft smile. WE’RE DONE FOR. TobyBishay Uncle of the year? I’ll allow it. User991 Do you know it’s not your baby or no? ↳User71 FR like that’s not your kid…. Footballerfits Lads, let's keep these girls the fits are heating up ↳Y/N.xx 👀 User10 it’s always a wrap when they start posting children 😭😭 Aurelientchm … but she is from Paris? ↳Louis98 man will do anything… take our food, our girls, our cities… but still can’t take the World Cup 🫢🇫🇷 ↳Judebellingham: You’re still thinking about 2018? Bro I was in school 💀 ↳Aurelientchm And you’ll still be thinking about 2022 when you’re 80 😏 ↳Louis98 Just say merci and go home, mon roi d’Angleterre 👑🇬🇧 ↳Y/N.xx Mon dieu 💀💀💀 User80 One visit home to see his best mate’s baby and man’s gone full dad mode. Camavinga Form’s been elite since you started seeing a French girl. Coincidence? 🇫🇷🇫🇷🇫🇷 ↳Louis98 @/aurelientchm do we go again? ↳Aurelientchm trop facile, pff. User77_ He’s got that “my girl’s watching” first touch now.

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📍England | [🎶Understand - Omah Lay🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx With my favorites view all 1,042 comments…

WhitneySmith Auntie duties fully unlocked 💗 Teddy girl and I love you so much User50 Not her tiny sambas dangling from the trolly 😭😭 User22 Jude went from “I’m private” to getting kissed mid-nap on main. we lost the war girls 💔 User917 Slide 10 just sent me into cardiac arrest ↳User4_ I wasn’t ready ↳User8X1 THAT KISS OMFG Jobebellingham Pretty sure that little car is for age 4 and under… User10 Y/N posted a jet, Jude in Selfridges, AND a toddler in sambas. That’s the holy trinity of soft-launch supremacy. User10 I’m not even mad. She’s stunning. The baby sambas. The miu miu. The toy car. She’s got us in a CHOKEHOLD. User50 Bro she posted the nap cheek kiss… it’s over for us. Trentarnold66 Is that the food that I was promised but never got? 👀 ↳WhitneySmith We were hungryyyy 🫣🫣🫣 Sorry baby User663 Jude went to international duty, got soft-launched, hard-launched, jet-launched. He’s FINISHED 😂💀 Footballerfits Plot twist: she’s been running England AND the Selfridges menswear floor all along. User99 no because that is Jude Bellingham SLEEPING while being kissed… how do i go on now Judebellingam Can’t lie… I peaked in slide 2 😴😘 User888 YOU + THE BABY = EMOTIONAL DAMAGE User01 she’s a natural 😭😭😭😭 User277 the matching posts in Eng visiting TAA’s fam…. WHATEVER THIS IS, I’M IN. TobyBishay Wait so who’s babysitting who in slide 5? 👀 User421 Tbh I didn’t cry, throw my phone, or scream. I did all three at once. UserA1 best energy. best girl. soft life queen.

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📍Home | [🎶Crush - AJ Tracey ft. Jorja Smith🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others Judebellingham I like that. view all 3,521 comments…

Trentarnold66 you just gonna raise my daughter now? 😐 User809 posting THE baby… THE girlfriend… THE flowers… THE gym… THE bags??? i’m in ruins User40 Does he think that Trent and him had that baby… I’m so confused. Like sir, that little girl is not yours…. ↳WhitneySmith difficult conversations need to be had @/trentarnold66 @/judebellingham ↳Judebellingham Ted doesn’t want those conversations. Judey’s staying sorry. User501X This post is giving: ‘My girl, my niece, my gym routine’ and honestly I’m not mad User78 Nah he’s gone. GONE. Slide 2 made me tear up and I don’t even know that baby. TobyBishay "Uncle" of the year, sure… TAA's kid's calling you Daddy by next post User611 Not you cosplaying dad 💀💀💀 User56 Idc what you bench bro, that baby girl owns you now 😂 JobeBellingham I’m in the first slide and I’m being eclipsed by Teddy-mania in these comments gd. ↳trentarnold66 when your big your big. Sorry lad. User71 Teddy blink twice if that’s not your actual dad pls 🧸😭 User34 Game’s completely gone. Get him back on the pitch. ↳UserF1 hate the off season bro, they all go so soft User87 Why is he the father figure I never had and the boyfriend I’ll never get 😭 Camavinga Même plus il traîne, il est collé à sa go 💔💔💔 ↳Aurelientchm Wsh il est love le gars 😭 ↳Louis98 T’as croqué fort wAllah 😪 ↳Judebellingham @/instagram can I block an entire country? User40 Bode shorts? Loewe tee? Thank god for Y/N…. Y/N.xx Cute, baby 🍓 ↳User6S Cute? I’m going to spiral… This man is in so deep and she calling him cute? ↳Y/N.xx He's very gorgeous to me!!! User5A1 I am deeply unwell. y/n has this man doing cardio, cooking, AND cuddling a baby User766 slide 5 is the softest thing I’ve ever seen. he's SO gone for her it’s disgusting Winnie.Baby1 This isn’t a photo dump this a ✨family album✨ User000 Not the breakfast in bed. Not the shopping bags. Not the solo pic of just her. Not the stealing someone eles’s baby. You are NOT slick, Jude Bellingham. Footballerfits Don’t be shy bro… drop the selfridge haul.

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📍ENG | [🎶Kat Slater - Tim Duzit🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Home office, so my opps hate us... view all 293 comments…

Judebellingham You post like I don’t want to keep you here forever 🫣 ↳ User5_09 “forever” sir this is a HARD LAUNCH not a comment ↳User12 not jude bellingham commenting like a man in LOVE 😭🫣 someone hold me ↳User81 what do you MEAN “keep you?” WHERE IS THE REST OF THIS FANFICTION User15 this trip is making me believe in love again and that’s honestly offensive User78 i just know Jude’s out here calling you “my girl” every five seconds 😭 ↳User5000 no,1000% calls her angel Jobebellingham: That J is for Jobé right? 😇 ↳Y/N.xx and here I thought the J necklace wasn’t obvious enough User65 we lost him girls… it’s giving soulmate era 😭 Maman103 You look happy ma chérie (Your dad and I want a call this week x) ↳Louis98 Can text her next time xx User76 idk who this girl is but she’s got Belligol IN A CHOKEHOLD Winnie.Baby1 You’re too pretty for England. Come home. ↳WhitneySmith No. Stay forever pls <3 ↳Winnie.Baby1 No seriously come home. Also… are those my trainers Whit??? User193 He took her home. That's a man in love. We see you, Y/N. User5A0 Was anyone else like 85% certain she was American? I’m lost… ↳User3 Pretty sure she is... User60 NOT THE SOFT LAUNCH PART 23947 WhitneySmith You forgot “stole my child for emotional support” (I miss you already, J necklace, matcha matchdays and all) User89 do you girls come with a manual or what??? like how did you even get him?? ↳User61 I think her and @/WhitneySmith should come out with a tutorial for the girls. ↳User7o2 They’re doing double dates and matcha runs in between mans games can’t even get a text back User11 NO BECAUSE THIS IS ACTUAL BOYFRIEND BEHAVIOUR I’M GONNA SCREAM 😭😭😭😭 Louis98 Ah ouais… l’Angleterre, quel rêve hein 😂😂😂 ↳WhitneySmith Honestly, who hasn’t dreamed of a holiday in the northwest???

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⭐︎we're not current

with JOBE BELLINGHAM⭐︎REQUESTED BY ANON!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A full beat of silence.

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

“Current?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was your only one.