My Love Is Mine, All Mine

my love is mine, all mine

summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

~one~

“i’m jude bellingham,” you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.

“you’re not funny.”

“i am so. you know you wanna laugh,” you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning.

“no.”

“guys, he’s smiling! he knows i’m funny,” you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other person’s hand away.

“you guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!”

“right right, sorry. i’m jude and that’s y/n,” you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.

“we’re here to see who loves the other person more.”

“no. try again.”

“we’re actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?” jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.

“whatever you say m’love. do you wanna ask the first question?”

~two~

wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest he’s ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.

jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.

meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. you’ve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they would’ve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.

“baby, why are you standing so far? c’mere,” jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.

“congratulations my love. i’m so proud of you,” you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.

“thank you for being here.”

“i’d travel across the moon for you.”

“i’ll travel across the galaxy for you,” jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.

“must you always have to one up me?”

“yes. i would give you the world if i could.”

“luckily for you, you are my world and you’re already all mine,” your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.

“and you’re all mine,” jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too darling,” jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.

completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.

~three~

“i’m ready to shake my ass on this yacht!” you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.

“ew i prefer you didn’t. don’t wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.”

“i prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?” everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.

“keep it in your pants bellingham,” you push his chest with a knowing smirk.

“i can’t. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,” it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.

“you are a perv. stop being nasty,” you pointed at him and walked away from him.

jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldn’t even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.

“you know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you don’t,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.

“i do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,” you replied with, in between your constant giggles.

~four~

football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of jude’s and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.

“jude,” you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didn’t move an inch.

“babe,” you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasn’t fully awake.

“i can’t sleep.”

“darling it’s like three in the morning,” the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when he’s half asleep.

“i know, i’m sorry. i just can’t sleep.”

jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.

“what do you want me to do exactly?”

“stay up with me until i fall asleep?”

the silence was loud as you guys studied each other’s faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.

“let’s have some tea then.”

“okay.”

you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.

“here you go m’love,” sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.

“thank you baby. i’m sorry i woke you.”

“it’s not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldn’t sleep?”

“no, i just couldn’t sleep,” you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.

“well luckily i’m really good boyfriend.”

“oh really?”

“mmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?”

“you have a point bellingham,” you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. “have i ever told you i love you?”

“hmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“once or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.”

“where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.

“i’m kidding. i love you more,” jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.

“not possible. i love you wayyy more.”

“ugh as if.”

How can you be a Madrid fan and be sad / bitter / pissed about Vini potentially winning the Balon d'or?

We have seen him since he was 18. When he was all tricks & flicks but no output. When he was dealing with injury, attitude issues, lack of trust from the squad (becoz his conversion sucked) and massive racism all across Spain.

The boy could have broken down, but he rose like a phoenix. In the second half of the season, he ended lives on the left wing. Look at him in UCL knockouts. In finals - 2 finals, 2 goals.

I love Jude a lot but I have always wanted Vini to win this year.

Why? It's just harder for Vini.

Odds will always be against him. He doesn't get any PR support. People will always discredit him for his attitude. And he's singlehandedly fighting the racism fight.

And he was fucking brilliant when it mattered. In the competition we value the most. The Champions League player of the season should absolutely win the Balon d'or.

If any supposed Madrid fan feels sad about it, well, you are not really a Madrid fan then.

😍

-> get you alone | aurelién tchouameni

aurelién t. x black!gf!reader

genre: smut with no plot, 18+ minors dni | this is severely unedited and i apologize. i needed to get it out my drafts or i will never post it. this is for my girl @trenterprise

summary: an absolute love drunk Aurelien can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off of you. once he gets you alone he takes his time worshipping every bit of you.

🎶 get you alone - maejor ft. jeremih

From his spot on the stage, despite the honorary speech being delivered by the owner of Real Madrid, Aurelién’s gaze fell upon you in the audience. You were at a table with a few other guests with your chin in the palm of your hand and a wine glass in the other. The glossy eyed smile was a tell-tale sign of you being tipsy. Aurelién tried to hold his smirk as he took in the confidence in your face, despite you not being fluent in Spanish to fully comprehend the praises of the speech being delivered. Aurelién dropped his head with a silent laugh and ran his hand down his face. When he composed himself, you were looking at him with a teasing smile. You motioned for him to listen but knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Aurelien rushed off the stage and through the compliments and congratulatory claps on his shoulder as he strode to you.

You were standing near an older woman who he couldn’t recognize and as much as he wanted to care about who she was, his mind was clouded with days dreams of all things he could do to you when he got you alone. He sent a silent, selfish, prayer to the universe for an excuse to leave the gala.

Aurelien didn’t greet you with words, instead he placed a small kiss on your cheek and a wrapped a supportive hand around your waist. You didn’t skip a beat as you engaged in conversation but you did cross one heeled foot over the other and let your body rest easily into his touch. You felt Aurelien loose a breath and you glanced up at him.

“I couldn’t do any of it without Aurelien, of course,” you beamed, placing your hand on his chest and gently patted him. “He’s been so patient with the whole process.”

“Goodness,” The lady gushed and looked between the two of you. She placed her hand on her heart and sighed dreamily, as if she were reliving a moment of her own. “You remind me of my husband and I. We were just making it up as we went but it all worked out.” She assured you.

She took a step closer to kiss both of your cheeks and excused herself from the conversation but not without making you promise to email her for any help you needed.

You squared yourself to Aurelien and you were met with delicious smell of his cologne. It was still awe inspiring when you looked at him and took him in - took in every corner of his face and realized he was all yours. The same thought seemed to cross his mind as he stared down at you. He tightened his jaw and rubbed his finger along the stiff muscles. You both knew that multiple people were watching you and him. Patrons and fans were waiting for the chance to get a moment with him, just to say hello and maybe grab a photo. He’d been running around all night and as he stood in front of you, you realized this was only the third time you’d seen him all night.

“Almost done?” You asked lowly, not wanting to come off as rude. There was an after-party but the two of you would not be attending. You were craving more than a little bit of time alone with your man. Aurelien shook his head with a small sigh. The air was charged with desire and all of it was from him.

“A few things then, we can go.” He promised.

“You should wear a tux more often, Aurel.” You looked him up and down in sheer satisfaction at the choice the team’s stylist made for the occasion. He looked to die for. The subtle details of his initials on his cuff links, along with the Rolex you gifted him on his birthday, made your heart skip a beat. You loved seeing him dressed up - it didn’t happen often but when he did you soaked him in.

“Wait, let me fix your tie.” You placed your glass down and focused on his wonky tie. As you slid the knot a loose, you drew in your bottom lip, biting the skin softly. The tie was far too tight for him as he insisted on redoing it himself when he arrived at the gala. Aurelien placed his hands on his hips.

“Look up.” You ordered and he did. His exposed neck looked like a treat, especially with the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he swallowed. You finished and took a step back to admire your work. He leaned in to kiss you once more and you happily accepted the feeling of his lush lips on your own. You didn’t even want to know how messed up your lips were. There was no doubt your lipstick was lost on the rim of the wine glass so a kiss or two from Aurelien wouldn’t hurt.

A pout formed on his face when you pulled away and before he could protest, Jude called his name from across the room. There was a gust of laughter You shooed him away with the reminder that the faster he moved, the sooner you could get home.

——

Aurelien collapsed into the living room chair loosing a long breath. The only sound in the house was of your high heels on the marbled floor and the trot of Zeus behind you. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax. Aurelien was finally able to have a proper weekend away from work, spend time recovering but most of all, spend the weekend attached to you.

You found Aurelien in his favorite chair, with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. From behind you bent over and ran your hands down his abdomen and gently kissed his neck. The sigh that he emitted sent sparks down your stomach straight to your core. You allowed yourself to breathe him in and accept that he would probably fall asleep soon - you knew how tired he was and as childish as it was to be sad over his rest, you would rather him be well-rested than be going round for round with you. You pulled away and walked around the chair to stand in front of him.

“C’mere.” You pulled him up by his tie and his eyes slowly opened. You placed your knee in between his thighs to steady yourself as you began untying his tie. Aurelien’s warm hands reached for your thighs through the dangerously high slit in your dress. He slid him thumb underneath the small slither of fabric that was your thong. He wrapped as much of it in between his fingers and tugged you forward. You lurched and immediately scolded him with a laugh because you nearly lost your balance but he paid you no mind.

Aurelien’s growl was low and hearty, sending you into the depths of your memories when he was making the exact same noises while stroking his cock as you had phone sex a few days ago. Your chest heaved at the thought of him fully exposed and fucking his hand as you praised him and reminded him that you were waiting for him to cum for your own climax. Aurelien had a reputation for being an avid listener and that was true in all faucets of his life. He loved to hear you talk him through his climax. His eyes always rolled backwards when you cooed to him that you wanted him to cum and ‘think of all the ways you wanted his dick.’

“Tired?” You asked as you finished pulling the tie off of him.

“No.” Aurelien pulled your thong harder and you caught yourself from falling by letting your hands rest on the couch. “Did you have fun?” He asked, his teeth biting your lower stomach softly. Aurelien was an ultimate giver and right now, he was full of pent up energy from being away from you.

“I did.” You pulled back and stood up. “Untie me?”

Aurelien did as he was instructed with no hesitation. When his hand brushed against your exposed back you shuddered at the coolness. As the straps fell off and your waist, you thanked him quietly. You took a small step toward the bedroom but his grip on your waist stopped you. Aurelien’s hand slid up your spine as he simultaneously bent you back flat., wanting to feel fullness of your ass on his growing bulge. You gasped not out of shock but of a jolt of lust that left your body ablaze at the feeling of his cock being so close.

You breathed in every single inch of his fingers as it moved to wrap your hair in his hands. His grip was firm as he pulled it up so that your body was flush against his chest. He tugged your head sideways and trailed his wet hot tongue from your shoulder to your neck. He nearly unraveled when you moaned aloud and it motivated him to get you gasping out his name.

“Miel.” He uttered against your skin. [Honey]

“Hmm?” You hummed distracted by the deepness of his voice. When Aurelien spoke French he could command you to do whatever he wanted and you would happily do so.

“I have been waiting to get you alone.” Aurelien admitted. “All. Night.” His hands tugged at your hair once more and when you whimpered, he held steady.

“Really?”

Aurelien dropped his hand. When you turned to face him, his tongue was licking his bottom lip as he took you in. Aurelien always looked at you as if it was the last time he would ever get the chance to - it was endearing and hot. You made easy work of unbuttoning his belt never breaking eye contact with him. His lips were a welcome reminder of how much you loved when he simply kissed you. With his tongue in your mouth he nearly devoured you, undoubtedly tasting the few glass of wine you enjoyed early. You slid your hand into the band of his boxers and held his throbbing dick in your manicured hands. The reactionary twitch to your touch was followed by him growing harder.

“I missed you, I missed this.” You whispered against his mouth and strengthened your grip on him. He moaned into your mouth.

Aurelien ordered Zeus to go into his crate and you began walking lazily through the hallway. The photos that lined the walls were crafted by you when you moved in with Aurelien. You made him promise to allow you to redecorate a few areas of his house so that it could be turned into a home - it went from bachelor pad to a home were you happily hosted whoever came by. It was calm and inviting, just the way a home should be.

Aurelien snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He immediately began sucking on the most sensitive area of your neck. You took slow steps towards the bedroom, allowing Aurelien to devour you the entire trip there. By the time you arrived in the doorway, you were certain that you would wake up with a bit of purple undertones from the way he worked his mouth on your skin. When he pulled away you could feel the blood throbbing in your neck. It was an effort to get onto the huge bed because Aurelien was not letting go of you and as he kissed you, he murmured sweet nothings against your skin.

You shimmied out of your dress as Aurelien took off his shirt and undershirt, his eyes on you as you propped yourself up on elbows. He turned down the lights to a more warm, ambient setting and you smiled at your choice of renovations.

“What?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Aurelien crawled over your body and urged you to lay down as he held his hands on either side of your body. You settled into the cloud of a bed and your eyes found the mirror on the ceiling.

Aurelien’s took slow, sloppy, wet kisses from your neck down to your breast and with each kiss, his back muscles contracted in the reflection of the mirror. It was a recent addition into the bedroom and you were mentally thanking whoever gave Aurelien the idea to put it there.

“Mon Dieu, tu as le corps parfait.” He paused to say then continued exploring your body with his mouth. [God you have the perfect body.]

From the champagne and the rush of adrenaline rushing through your body, you were dizzy with excitement as he detailed every bit of your breast with his tongue. It was as if he was committing all of you to his memory. Your breathing grew faster and louder as Aurelien’s mouth venture down your abdomen and into the inner crevice of your thigh and hip. You opened your legs easily, feeling every bit of wetness that had pooled between your legs. You knew you damn near dripping onto the comforter.

Aurelien didn’t take the bait of your open legs but instead focused on your hip bone. He traced his tongue up and downward so dangerously close to where we really wanted him to be.

“Don’t tease.” You whispered.

“Ne me dis pas comment te faire l'amour.” He flicked his eyes up at you, knowing that you had no clue what was said. [Don’t tell me how to make love to you.]

“What was that?” Although you didn’t understand French, you understand his point.

Aurelien’s eye roll was laugh inducing and as he pressed his lips to yours, you were in a fit of laughter. You instinctively cupped his mouth and pulled him closer - he was never close enough. Your laughter subsided and fell into a needy little noise as you slowed down to deepen the kiss. The lack of rush in the way he touched you was so sweet that it drove you mad. It took time to get used to his way of being with you: there fucking or making love and Aurelien was a master of the latter. Not a single moment passed with a thought of insecurity or fear because he was so vocal about loving you. Aurelien heard the desperation in the way you said his name and it sent him crumbling. The willpower he tried to exhibit to hold out as long as possible faded when his eyes met yours.

Aurelien slid into you with ease and the pain felt so good that you couldn’t help but arch your back, throw your head back, and call out for him. It felt like the first time every single time. You opened your eyes lazily to find him staring at you, his mouth slightly open as he licked his lips. His strokes were so smooth and deep that it left you wondering how you went so long without having him in your - how you’d survive without knowing him. You would wait a thousand times over but you thankful you didn’t have to.

“Nothing compares.” Aurelien said softly.

You nodded in agreement because you were wholly unable to form a coherent sentence. Aurelien was meticulous in all aspects of life but the fact he had learned how much force was just enough and he knew that the way his dick curved in you slightly so, was what you loved the most. It nearly impossible for you to keep your eyes open but Aurelien directed you to look at him you obliged. You would do damn near anything to keep him thrusting in you the way he was now.

“Tu es tout.” His damp forehead pressed onto yours. [You are everything.]

“Goddamn,” you replied. You were completely oblivious to what he said. He could be putting hex on you would not care. Aurelien pulled himself out of you and left just the tip of his dick in your entrance.

“Look at me,” He said with a steady voice. Aurelien’s gaze made you feel icy hot. There was something so intimate about the way he looked at, the way spoke to you. “I want you to listen okay?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, keeping your focus on him. You fought the urge to grab his dick yourself and put it in. You held his stare as your heart raced harder.

“I’m going to take my time…” Aurelien said as he inched in you impossibly slow. You loosed a breath humming in response again. You fisted the sheets trying to pacify the energy trapped inside you. Each second felt like forever.

“You can do whatever you want.” You said pitifully as he entered you fully. You drew out the longest curse word of your life as he found a rhythm. Your body rocked with the movements and your breast bounced from the impact of the slow thrusts.

“Ta chatte a été faite pour moi, je te jure.” [Your pussy was made for me, I swear.]

“God.” You yelled a little louder than before and Aurelien took that as an invitation to go deeper. He grabbed the back of your left thigh and pushed it up towards your chest gently. If you weren’t on the bed you were certain you would have fainted two or three strokes ago. His stamina was unmatched and you were fighting to keep up with him. You usually waited to finish at the same time but there was no way you would be able to.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You said and clung to him shamelessly.

“Si humide et si beau, Je ne pourrais jamais en avoir assez de te baiser.[So wet and so beautiful, could never get enough of fucking you.]

You felt the pressure of an orgasm building in your chest. There was no fighting it as it crept up into your head sending you to the edge of euphoria.

“Let it out.” He encouraged as your breathing turned into a soft pant. Your hormones were on the brink of a luxurious spiral and you were getting tighter around him. It hurt so good your eyes were prickly with tears. The scream that met your ears was nearly unrecognizable and if Aurelien wasn’t telling you to be louder, you would’ve been embarrassed.

“Aurelien, baby,” you pressed your hands against his stomach trying to run away and catch your breath. “I’m going to…” you gasped.

“J'ai tout le week-end pour te faire l'amour.” [I have the whole weekend to fuck you.”

As soon as you opened your mouth to say something, the budding orgasm had finally consumed you. He didn’t stop thrusting his dick into you as you yelled. You were so overwhelmed by the adrenaline spike that you shut your eyes to get a hold of yourself. The ringing in your ears made Aurelien’s words distant and muffled but the repeated declarations of him saying “I love you.” were clear.

You had no capacity for a response and continued to ride the high of your orgasm. It has thrown you off balance and into daze so intense that took you nearly cried. Your high was beginning to fade. When Aurelien pulled out of you, your eyes opened and stared at the ceiling mirror.

Your blinks felt slow and heaving. Aurelien flopped onto his back next you, sighing loudly. You let your face fall on the pillow so that you could look towards him. Although he was breathing faster than you, he seemed unbothered and not even close to tired. A comfortable silence fell over the room and with each passing moment your limbs grew heavier. The sleepiness was welcomed after the orgasm you had and the warm reminder of being able to sleep was the cherry on top.

“I love you.” You said quietly.

“I love you.” He whispered back without hesitation.

“You just got back and I already miss you.” You said as you cozied up to him. His body was damp with sweat but you didn’t mind at all.

“We have the whole weekend.” Aurelien reminded you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

omg can you do a jobe bellingham smut plzzz where he takes everything slow with you and calls you baby??!?

Sunderland had just won a match so when jobe came home all he wanted was you. You honestly don’t know what led to it but it started with a slow and passionate kiss. He was all slow and carful. He fingered you for a little bit to help stretch you. When he was slowly inching his cock in he was whispering things like, “doing so good for me baby,” and “such a pretty girl huh?” And even, “that’s its baby that’s all.” When he’s finally fully inside. He start to rock back and forth all slow and passionate just wanting to have soft sex. You loved it, you would kiss him and it felt amazing than just regular sex it had more meaning to it almost. And he has amazing aftercare, cleaning you up with a warm cloth and running you a nice bath even sitting in it with you. You can’t help yourself but think about your future with him.

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I'm proud of you - Jude Bellingham

Summary: Comforting sad and defeated Jude after England's loss. Warning: Sad moment, comforting Words: <1k

The referee blows the final whistle.

It was over. England lost. It all happened too quickly. Spain scoring in the last minutes didn't even give us time to process the situation.

I was sitting in the stands with Jude's family. We all shed a tear once the Spanish players started celebrating. Seeing Jude go off to the bench and kick something was a heartbreaking yet scary sight for me. Instantly, I knew that was going to be a sight for the media.

He's not like that at all. He just really wanted this win. With people being all over him, critiquing him, he really wanted to prove them wrong, to make England proud. I couldn't be more proud of him, though. He achieved amazing things in this competition.

As I watched him from afar, I wished I could just run down and hold him, tell him it was okay. I knew how much he had invested in this tournament, how much he had sacrificed. His dedication and his passio were the qualities that made him extraordinary. Those were the reasons why I fell in love with him.

Feeling an overwhelming urge to be closer to him, I excused myself from his family and made my way down to the lower stands, closer to the field. As I approached the edge, I saw Jude pacing back and forth, his frustration evident in every step. When he finally noticed me, our eyes locked. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

With his help, I crossed the barrier and immediately fell into his arms, holding his head tightly into my neck. I could feel him shaking from all the emotions he was going through.

"I messed up," he muttered, his voice muffled against my shoulder.

"No, you didn't," I said firmly, my hand gently running through his hair. "You were incredible, baby. You gave it your all." He pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with tears. "It wasn't enough. It wasn't fucking enough." "Hey," I cupped his face gently, putting my forehead against his. "Listen to me. You were amazing out there. You fought so hard, and everyone saw it."

He didn't know what to say. I could see he wanted to let go of everything he was feeling, but the words wouldn't come.

"Just stay calm, baby," I tried to comfort him, reminding him that losing is part of the game and keeping his composure is important. "You can use this to come back even stronger."

I knew my words might not have a big impact on him in that moment. It was all still raw and fresh for him, so I simply held him tighter in my arms. He pulled back slightly, his eyes still glistening. "I have to go, baby. They're going to do the ceremony."

"I know," I said softly. He kissed my forehead.

"I'll meet you afterwards," I told him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

He nodded, giving me one last look before turning and walking towards his teammates. As I walked up the stands to where his family was, I felt a mix of pride and heartache.

After England had their moment, Jude walked up to us and hugged his family. They all expressed how proud they were of him, trying not to show any sadness in front of him.

He sat down with his head low. I gently lifted his chin, earning a small, faint smile from him.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you guys," he managed to say to them.

I sat on his lap, holding him close to my chest. It pained me to see him like this, unable to erase his sadness.

"You never disappoint us, Jude," his mom reassured him, holding his hand tightly.

I arrived at my hotel room feeling exhausted and heartbroken for Jude. He had to return to the hotel with the team. There was nothing I wanted more than to have him in my arms and try to ease his sadness, even just a little. I was about to get into bed after finishing my nighttime routine when I heard a faint knock on the door. I opened it to find Jude standing there, his shoulders slumped and a tired look on his face. "They told me it's okay," he said quickly, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed.

He took off his shirt and sweatpants and collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with him. His head immediately rested on my chest as he hugged me tightly.

"It's going to be okay, baby," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his head and kissing his forehead repeatedly. "These bad feelings will pass, trust me."

I ran my fingers through his hair, knowing it helped him relax and fall asleep. I kept kissing his forehead and cuddling him until I felt his grip around my waist loosen slightly, indicating he had fallen asleep.

"You'll always be my champion, baby," I whispered softly." I love you so much, Jude Bellingham."