#rodrygo

[insidekatmind]

In His Time of Need~Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language.

The door slams shut as Jude walks in, his face tight and his gaze clouded with anger and disappointment. He’s just lost an important game, and the weight of the defeat is written all over his tense posture and clenched jaw. You can feel your heart tighten as you watch him, knowing this isn’t just any loss for him.

“Jude,” you say gently, moving towards him. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, continuing to pace around the room, his movements aggressive as he tries to contain his frustration. Your concern grows and you move closer, reaching out to touch his arm. “Jude, let’s talk about it? I want to help you.”

He stops abruptly, his breath uneven and his hands clenched into fists. “It’s not fair,” he mutters, his voice breaking with anger and hurt. “I gave it everything, and it still wasn’t enough.”

You walk over to him, taking his hands in yours and he looks at you, a mix of vulnerability and frustration in his eyes. “Jude, you gave it your all. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how hard you try, things just don’t go your way. But that doesn’t define you. You’re more than one lost game.”

Jude sinks down onto the couch, his face hidden in his hands as he struggles to contain his emotions. You sit beside him, your hand gently rubbing his back. “You’re more than this, Jude,” you say softly. “I know how much this game means to you, but it’s not everything. It doesn’t change how much I love you.”

“It’s easier said than done,” he replies, his voice trembling. “I put everything I had into it, and it’s still not enough.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” you murmur, trying to comfort him. “Jude, you’re already enough. And I’m here for you, no matter what happens.”

Jude closes his eyes, resting his head against your chest. You feel his breath, slow and heavy, as he tries to calm himself. “I need you,” he says finally, his voice almost a whisper.

You hold him tighter, running your fingers through his hair as his head relaxes against your shoulder. “I’m here, love,” you whisper. “Always for you. No matter what happens outside these four walls.”

A long silence falls between you, broken only by the steady beat of Jude’s heart and your light breathing. Finally, Jude lifts his head, his eyes red-rimmed, and he gives you a small, shaky smile. “Thank you,” he says, as if he’s searching for the right words to express everything he’s feeling.

“No need for words,” you reply softly, continuing to stroke his hair. “I’m here, and I’m listening. Always.”

Jude nods, a gesture of silent gratitude that speaks louder than any words. He then stretches out, his face slightly more relaxed, and pulls you into a tight hug. “You’re right,” he says, “it doesn’t matter if it didn’t go the way I wanted today. Tomorrow is another day.”

“And I’ll be here for you,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head gently. “Always, no matter what happens.”

Jude closes his eyes, leaning into you even more. You know it will take time for him to fully recover from the disappointment, but you’re ready to support him every step of the way. The important thing is that you’re here for him, always, just as you promised.

You kept stroking his hair while he relaxed. Jude after he raise a little the head from your chest and you kissed and you immediately reciprocated.

You could feel all his love, his frustration and anger in that kiss.

While you were kissing he spreads your legs and strips off quickly doing the same thing with you entering with a blow inside of you making you moan.

He groans as he lowered his head on your neck nibbling it while pushing into you a slow but then with a speed that made you tremble.

"Jude" you moaned as Jude was pushing his dick inside of you in a crazy way.

You could feel your pussy being smashed by his cock as he penetrated you.

Jude moaning while he nibbled you and played with your tits.

"You’re taking it so well" Jude moans as he puts a hand around your neck and starts banging his cock inside of you faster making you moan loudly.

You could see in his eyes his anger and lust and that made you more excited.

"Jude don’t hold back use me as a relief valve" you said moaning and his eyes darken more by making you turn belly down while he slapped your ass and fucked you mercilessly making you moan and bow at him.

Jude took a handful of your hair and then fucked you senselessly.

"’so beautiful" you said moaning as you felt your pussy clenching around his cock making him grunting.

"Fucking tight," said Jude as you came around his dick.

He didn’t slow down when you came, but instead continued to beat his cock inside of you at a superhuman speed and then cum inside of you.

You both groaned as he relaxed and breathed as he pulled himself out.

You watched him softly as he kissed you with love and thanked you." I don’t know how I would do without you"

[flyhighisco]

unpacking the real madrid christmas lunch team picture (i know kylian was ill it’s just jokes)

[sp1nnenlilie]

I hope all madridistas sleep well tonight♡

Losing is a natural part of life. It's how we learn, grow, and find our way to success.

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Real Madrid Family 🤍

[judesbway]

Sir 🤭🫡

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Endrick and his soon-to-be-teammates <3

[thesoccerfan]

[featguler]

breaking the status quo ────── a private confession under bernabéu lights.

⌗ pairing : rodrygo goes x reader ⌗ tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. confessions!! fluff. not proofread!!! 5.28 am here and i do not care! ⌗ wordcount : 1,262 ⌗ notes : haven't written for rodrygo in so long... wrote the lyrics to the song on the banner & changing up the header format hehe... trying something new,,,, what do we think? title and the fic is mostly based on taylor swift's the very first night!! ♡ masterlist.

Rodrygo did not think that he was close enough to the stands when he scanned the crowd to find you cheering after his goal, mouthing an obvious but short “I love you” that was cut by Vinícius jumping on his back.

Rodrygo did not think that he was close enough, and you know this because you the Real Madrid jersey you have on your back does not have his name nor his number embroidered on it; you know this because you still take the train home rather than hopping on the passenger seat of his car; you know this because the farthest you have gone in your relationship is drink each other’s wine, scrunching up your noses in vile judgement.

Which is funny, because Camavinga, just before today’s match, joked to you about how bad the Spanish wine is compared to what he has back home, citing Rodrygo as another non-Spanish person who hates the syrup-like texture to the bottle of wine they serve in most fancy restaurants in Madrid.

You and him come in a pair, the whole team thinks. When Bellingham wanted to return a DVD of your favourite film that he borrowed—old fashioned, you know—he handed it over to Rodrygo, even when you are generally on good terms with everyone else in the team and wouldn’t mind him returning it himself.

It’s cute to you, to see the whole team supporting a relationship that is not there yet—like you are back in high school, testing the waters of a relationship by judging how the other’s friend group reacts to your mere presence.

And you are well aware that it is not wise to surmise Rodrygo’s intentions with just the way Brahim gives you a cheeky grin every time you make an appearance in their gatherings, scouring the crowd to point out where Rodrygo is, the same way it is definitely not wise to jump into the conclusion that Rodrygo loves you the way you love him with just an eye contact and a mouthed “I love you” to back up your hypothesis.

But you do anyway.

All chance of wisdom thrown out the window the moment you feel your heart breaking through your rib, the world suddenly turning silent when your brain finally registered what he might have said.

A confession, to you, under Bernabéu limelight, without anyone else in the world knowing.

The heat rushes through your chest, spreading butterflies on your neck and tummy and ears—amongst the commotion, you placed a hand on the top rail of your seat, and quietly sat.

“I’m so happy for you.”

The first thing you do when the game ends, and you see Rodrygo on the other side of the stadium’s tunnel, is untighten the jacket wrapped around your waist, suddenly feeling scrutinised under the gaze of every other person.

And you can see him there, a couple of feet away from you, trying to cage his excitement—a puppy with an invisible collar around his neck. He is lightly jogging your way, smiling and then frowning and then smiling again, like trying to decide what expression he should offer you.

“Thanks,” Rodrygo almost sounds sheepish, zipping up the grey—brown?—windbreaker up to his chin. You note how good he looks in it. “How did you like the goal?”

You can’t help your smile, carefully stitching the muscles on your cheeks. “Why are you saying it like that?”

He shrugs, bouncing back and forth on his heels. “Just, how did you like it?”

“It had a nice curve…” You trail, unsure how to respond to his question, chuckling when he finally decides to break the ice and opens his arm, inviting you to a warm hug.

“Come on,” He laughs against your hair, being the first one to let go after far too short of a time. “Nice curve, that’s it?”

“I mean,” you step back, putting one arm into your jacket sleeve. “Definitely got Real Madrid out of that pinch, did you?”

As people rush past your bodies, you feel the world slowing down again.

He leans a shoulder on the wall, the smile seemingly permanent on his lips. “They do call us ‘Second Half F.C.’, or something like that, huh?”

“It got my heart racing, that’s for sure,” you decide to zip up your jacket this time, feeling cold despite the flaring glow inside of you.

He pushes himself off the wall, giving you a grin. “Sorry for that.”

“What’s there to be sorry for? Real Madrid won, you scored, and you had a real nice curve to that goal.”

He thinks you’re a comedian—Rodrygo barks out a harsh laugh, nodding towards the exit door. “Come on,” he places both hands inside of the pockets of his windbreaker, “let’s see the other guys.”

And you watch him lead the way, humming to himself like a kid the night before a field trip.

You bite your lips, halting your steps after walking just a couple steps behind him.

“Also,” you call out, and he turns with a gentle gaze.

“Hm?”

You slip your hands in the pockets of your jacket, following his suit. 

“I love you too.”

This is where Rodrygo’s smile falters—you wonder if you had read his lips wrong, but before the insecurities could catch up to you, you shortened the gap you had between yourself and him.

“What?”

You ignore the nervousness, this time, cracking in his voice. You ignore how he carefully and slowly takes out his hands out his pockets; how one of them goes to cover his gaping mouth. You ignore the butterflies in your tummy. You ignore it all.

“And I think,” you take a deep breath, offering the coolest smile you can muster, trying to act like it does not alter your entire world, “it’s sweet that you decided to confess your love in front of the whole world.”

“You saw that?” His eyes crinkle, beaming a grin while looking worried at the same time. He glances at the ceiling, “you love me too?”

“Rodrygo,” you say his name, your voice almost crumbling in a whine, and he takes his mouth away from his mouth, letting it form a fist against it.

“This is the third goal I scored while telling you that I love you.”

This confession shocks you more than his declaration of love.

“Third?”

He steps in closer, his hand cupping one side of your face, peering deep into your eyes, trying to extract every possible secret you have hidden in your mind.

You may be an idiot for not noticing sooner.

“I know that you’d probably find out sooner or later, but—”

“Third, Rodrygo?” You ask again, placing a hand over the back of his on your face.

“I’m too much of a coward to say it straight to your face,” you understand his sheepishness now. “It was so scary to tell you that I love you….”

Your eyes widen to hear him say the words, actually meaning for you to hear it.

“….but it doesn’t feel as scary now.”

His thumb brushes over the skin under your eye—a couple of people may have stopped walking to examine the interesting posture you find yourself in, only then continuing on their merry way. But you couldn’t really care.

“God,” he chuckles, for a moment looking away, weak under the way your eyes are staring back. “I love you.”

You close your eyes, swallowing in all the anxiety on the tip of your tongue and the tension on your shoulder, before opening them back up.

“I love you too.”

[canirove]

Real Madrid Vs. RB Salzburg | UEFA Champions League | 22.01.2025

[threelionsgirl]

JUST THE START FOR THE TRIO

[celine-dept]

Who's Next?! 🤔⚽️

which one was the best?

[insidekatmind]

Tease~Jude Bellingham

Wearning: +18, smut, jealous, english is not my first language.

It was one of those nights when you felt a little more provocative than usual. Dinner had started as usual, with you and Jude talking about light things, but then, as usual, you had begun to tease him. First an ironic comment, then a bit more biting joke, and finally the discussion broke out. Jude, who usually managed to keep his cool, was visibly irritated Yet you did not stop, you liked to see how you made him nervous, as his patience was slowly being consumed.

"Don’t do that, Jude, I’m just kidding you!" you said with a mischievous smile as you saw his eyes harden

He cast a glance of warning, but you did not notice. In fact, you kept flirting with the waiter who passed by your table, playing with his hair and throwing some jokes. Jude saw it, and frustration began to mount. | His face became more tense, his hands squeezed under the table He tried to keep control, but you pushed him further and further.

"You are a very reckless one,' he murmured, but you ignored him completely, concentrating on that waiter who smiled kindly at you.

"Excuse me, another glass of wine please?" I asked in a sweet voice, making each word sound like a little seduction. Jude couldn’t help but stare at you with a certain anger. His patience was at its limit, and you knew he was about to explode

"You do it on purpose, don’t you?" Jude said in a low but tense voice. " You make me angry every time with these provocations Why can’t you be calm?"

At that point, despite his efforts to stay calm, you’re turning towards him with a mocking smile. "Oh, come on, Jude! I’m just having a little fun. You can’t be so serious all the time.

But he did not smile anymore. In fact, he seemed to be on the verge of completely losing his temper. As soon as the waiter brought you the wine, Jude jumped up from his chair and grabbed your arm with a force that made you realize that things were getting worse.

"That’s it," he said in a firm voice, no room for discussion. "Come with me."

You complained, trying to break free from her grip. "Why? I wasn’t even that bad! And you’re acting like I’m a baby!"

You didn’t care about his words, because the adrenaline of the moment pushed you to do more. You were making him angry and enjoying the game of tension. When you came out of the restaurant, Jude pushed you against the car, his body blocking you, while trying to keep control

"I told you to shut up," he snapped, his voice now broken by frustration.

You, more and more stubborn, opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say anything, Jude kissed you passionately, stopping you suddenly. You felt overwhelmed, the warmth of his body against yours made you feel vulnerable, but somehow it silenced you. His kiss was not sweet, but steady, as if he were trying to put down a fire that you yourself had started.

When he detached, his eyes were full of determination. "Now,'" he said in an authoritative tone, "silence. I don’t want to hear a word until we get home."

You stood there for a moment, trying to recover from the surprise. His words left you breathless, but you realized that was the end of the game for that night. Despite your rebellious spirit, you felt that at that moment Jude had put you in his place. And maybe, deep down, you needed some calm after all that chaos

The silence following the kiss was tense, almost palpable, as Jude led you home. The road seemed longer than usual, and the noise of the car’s engine filled every corner of the cabin, You leaned against the seat

Crossing your arms, but you couldn’t help but watch Jude drive. His jaw was stretched, eyes fixed on the road, but you could still see how he tried to hold off the anger

He would sometimes glance at you, but could not completely hide the irritation on his face, You knew that he would not like to see you so indifferent, yet you could not help but continue to challenge him, Even though you knew he was struggling with his patience

At last, when the car took a tighter turn, Jude lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and, without saying anything, put it on your thigh. Not on the part covered by the dress, but right where the fabric broke off, leaving the skin uncovered. The contact was sweet but firm, as if he wanted to calm down as if, somehow, he tried to regain control of the situation.

You stopped to look at him, the heart beating faster than usual, feeling the warmth of his hand resting gently on you. For a moment, it seemed to you that his touch was telling you something, but it was difficult to interpret what. It seemed that he tried to keep a little intimacy despite the tension between you.

"You mustn’t make me so angry anymore," he said in a low voice, as his hand slowly stroked you, as if trying to calm you down, but even though his tone was firm there was a sweetness in his gestures.

"I don’t know how much longer I can stand you acting like a child." Your answer came from instinct "you don’t like that I make you angry, do you?

Jude kept looking forward, but his mischievous smile appeared for a second, almost as if he was enjoying seeing that you were not afraid to tease him, even now.

"You are impossible"he replied, with a tone that could not completely hide a kind of affection mixed with frustration.

His hand kept moving on your thigh, making little circles as if he wanted to make you understand that, despite everything, there was still something deep between you, something beyond the provocations and discussions

You looked at him, studying every detail of his face. You saw his eyes focused on the road, but Jude’s expression was more complex than he would admit. Despite his irritation, there was a thread of tenderness hidden beneath the surface Despite everything, you knew he really cared about you.

Even if you didn’t like to admit it, you knew that his way of reacting, even though authoritarian, came from a place of care and concern.

The machine continued to slip into the night, while you and Jude were both trapped in that delicate balance between anger and affection, between defiance and complicity. The road was finally coming to an end, but you knew that what would happen at home would be much more important than anything else at that time

Jude began to lower his hand down over your panties and started to tap the covered entrance and you moaned at the impact.

Jude said nothing and started to move his underwear sideways and then put a finger in it and you were moaning.

"Jude" you murmured as he grunted as your pussy clutched his finger.

"So wet" Jude’s mumbling while trying to focus on the drive. "Did you get excited make me angry?"

You didn’t answer, hearing that he didn’t answer she slapped your pussy and you moaned then added two fingers inside your pussy.

"Answer when I ask you a question," he said, pushing them faster inside you.

"Yes" you murmured softly and he smiled a little while he kept pumping your fingers inside of you.

You groaned softly as you raised your hips towards his fingers.

You were about to come on his fingers and Jude knew it but he took them away from you immediately and you whined with your whip.

Jude licks your juices and continues to concentrate on driving.

When you got home, Jude took you straight to your room and made you kneel while you were sucking his dick.

He licked his big dick and knew you were doing it to provoke him. Jude without warning put all the dick in your mouth and fucked your mouth making you moan with his cock in your mouth.

Jude groans as he pushes more brutally inside you. " Keep going," murmurs Jude, lowering his head for pleasure as he pushed his hips faster and then spat in your mouth making you almost vomit from the hard impact.

He made you stand up and lay down on the bed with your belly down giving a strong slap on your neck and then enter in one shot only making you moan loudly while he fucked you without mercy.

He took you by the hair to put your back on his chest while sucking your neck and biting it.

You groaned as it kept pushing hard inside you.

He grunted near your ear as he felt that your pussy was tightening his cock more and more.

"Apologize for how you behaved and promise not to do it again," he said, pushing harder.

You tried to talk but the pleasure he was giving you was too much and he couldn’t say a sensible word.

Jude started slapping your butt as he pushed harder and you screamed.

"Jude, i'm sorry" you said while he was fucking your soul.

"I don’t do it anymore, I’ll behave like a good girl" you said whining.

He smiled and put a hand on your neck turning your face to then kiss you and push his cock more gently inside you.

You both moaned in the kiss and you came on his cock and your pussy was tightening more and more his dick making him groan loud and make him trigger orgasm then cum inside of you.

"Shit, this pussy is magic" and then kiss you again.

When you were clean, you sat in bed with your head against his chest and you apologized to him, and he smiled softly as he kissed your forehead.

[monjude]

underrated

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star boys✨

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Real Madrid Family 🤍

[judesbway]

More of Jude Bellingham in Qatar🇶🇦🤍

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