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Can you write something for Jude, when he thinks that the reader is using him for the money, being in the spotlight but she is the complete opposite

It’s like I’m wasting your honour!

Pairing - Jude Bellingham x fem! Reader

Summary - social media rumours are even more tough when your boyfriend actually believes them.

Warnings - yelling.

A/n: thank you so much for the request! My first Jude request! Thank you!! Feel free to send more 💖

The light of the phone screen was bright on her face as she scrolled through the comments of her boyfriend’s Instagram photo’s that he had posted of her and him.

Username235; she’s only with him for the money, you can tell lol

Username456; you can just tell that she’s only with him for the designer bags, and hoilday’s.

Username789: she’d be nothing without him.

Yet she chose to ignore them most nights, tonight she couldn’t help herself, her boyfriend had seemed very off this afternoon when he had ditched their plans to go train.

So now she lays in bed tears falling from her eyes as she placed her phone down, the truth was, she was never with him for money, she had been with him since day one and she couldn’t be more proud of him, and she never ever cared for the money, yeah he bought her expensive gifts and always pays for dinners.

She heard the door slam to the house as she sat up in bed wiping her tears away quickly.

“Hey” she quietly said as he walked into their shared bedroom, he never answered walking into the bathroom while taking his shirt off.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she took her pillow and an extra blanket from the closet and walked downstairs to the living room.

After awhile the sound of the shower had stopped and she was drifting off to sleep but Jude had other plans walking downstairs and asking her “why are you not in bed” her back was facing him as he walked towards her.

“You seemed annoyed” she shrugged pulling the blanket over her body even more “you never seem happy anymore” she finished “what do-.” she cut him off “people think I’m only with you for the money. I’m I think you’re starting to believe it too.” She sat up staring at him “oh my god” he ran his hands over his face.

“I don’t know who to believe y/n! My friends, tabloids, interviewers, articles.” He yelled “believe your goddamn girlfriend!” She yelled back “I’ve been here for you when you were just starting off Jude, then you got signed for Real Madrid and you became a new person, you’ve changed Jude.” She started “I don’t care if you buy me expensive bags, clothes, jewellery, or pay for dinners, I never cared about that, okay. I don’t give a shit about money.” She stood up “and if you weren’t so brainwashed by the media, and your stupid friends you would see that” she sighed before walking away from the man.

She grabbed her Keys, opening the front door “where are you going?” He asked “I’m gonna stay at my parents for a bit. Don’t wait up on me” she said tears falling down her face as she stepped out into the rain “babe, it’s raining” he said stalking towards her “don’t- don’t” she placed her hand out signalling for him to not come any closer “I will not tolerate you treating me like shit because some social media rumour made you believe that I’m only with you for your money.”

“Call me when you’ve realised that” she slammed the door shut and stalked to her car.

A request for Jude : He doesn’t realize what he has until it’s gone

I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it!

Pairing - Jude Bellingham x fem! Reader

Summary - being a famous footballers girlfriend only comes with a price, and the fact that he cares more about the fame than you is more than enough to let him go.

Warnings - swearing, yelling, arguments.

A/n - thank you so much for the request! And all the love on the last Jude fic!!

Masterlist!

Having a famous boyfriend was good, until it wasn’t, all he really cared about was the fame, and the money, he showed affection sometimes, yet this was usually around his mother or any other member of his family.

But she had enough, she had been there through thick and thin, and he didn’t care to show anything back, and she wanted more. She needed more than this, and her friends were even agreeing with her.

“Just dump him, you deserve better y/n” one of her friends had said and so that is what she did.

“Hey” she made her way downstairs, her voice catching the attention of the footballer “alright?” He mumbled turning his attention back to the TV in front of him “can we talk?” She said playing with the hem of her shirt “mhm” he said not taking his attention off of the TV.

“I think we should break up.” She said straight up “what” his head snapped towards her “I think we should break up” she hummed as his eyes went wide.

“No” he turned back around “no? What do you mean no?” she stood up grabbing the remote from his hands and turning the TV so his attention Had to be on her “I mean no” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You.. you can’t do that Jude, you treat me like shit, you barely show any attention to me and you expect me to do every single thing for you. So what do you mean no!” She spat “I don’t treat you like shit”

“Oh really? When was the last time you actually done something nice for me?” She said tears forming in her eyes as he sat there blankly.

“Exactly” she huffed in frustration walking away from him “baby” he said “no Jude, don’t baby me” he pushed his hand off of her as she walked to the door “we’re done.” She slammed the door

“You can’t do this babe” he said tears forming in his eyes, surprisingly. “Don’t call, don’t text, don’t do anything we’re done Jude and I mean it.”

That was the last time he saw her, she never came back to get her stuff or anything, and he sulked in his bed, he missed her, and surprisingly he had realised what a terrible boyfriend he had been, while y/n gave him the whole world. He screwed up big time.

Masterlist

My forever - Jude Bellingham

Summary - your best friend and you got drunk one random night and it resulted in you guys having a kid . But nevertheless that did not stop you from gaining big shot careers and falling in love with each other

Pairing - Jude Bellingham x o/c

@StarStarlight

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JudeBellingham: I love you baby mama❤️

↪️StarStarlight : I love you too baby daddy😭❤️

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↪️StarStarlight: Husband 💀

↪️JobeBellingham: anyways How’s my favorite nephew

↪️StarStarlight : he’s doing good , I swear that boy took after his father . He spilt his milkshake all over my work file Jobe 😭😭💆‍♀️

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Singing heart

Part 1

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: You work in a club in London, where you meet Jude, who is celebrating a Champions League victory with his teammates. Jude is a true alpha, handsome, rich, famous, living a life of comfort and luxury that others can only dream of. He was a man from head to toe, down to the smallest detail. He towered almost two heads above you, looking down at you from the clouds with his radiant eyes. Every movement of his muscular body, a wry smile flashing at the corner of his mouth, a wink drove his fans and opponents alike crazy. You wanted to touch him, hug him tight. Hearing his voice, tingling with his breath flipping over your skin. You wanted to laugh. To kiss. Lying next to him, waiting for your heartbeat to return to normal. You were happy because he didn't need anyone else. Only you. For a while.

a/n: This is my first time writing about Jude , so hope you’ll like it

( english isn't my first language )

You were cold. You were very cold. But I didn't care, because you loved this cinnamon-scented, waterdrop-freezing, snowman-making season. While in one moment of your life you were stumbling on the street, your thin body in a worn pale green T-shirt, worn jeans, your feet tucked into thin gym shoes and enjoying the cold and hot embrace of the snowflake winter, the next you were already living in another body, standing on the stage in a glittering dress in the sultry heat of a night club you were swimming in the air like a goldfish. Your palm rested familiarly on the microphone, mischief glinting in your eyes. It was a full house again. You knew without asking, most people came to see and hear you, the singing lark, as Théo called you from the beginning.

You closed your eyes and waited a bit. They've always done it that way, and not just for concentration. You wanted everyone to pay attention to you. Only for you, for that wonderfully cooing, bewitching voice that was born in the slender neck at every performance. As soon as the first bar sounded from the piano, your fingers playfully ran across the microphone stand, and you started the song to captivate your audience this evening as well. Your lips, covered with red lipstick, parted, the first sounds floated in the air, while your green eyes spied the tables shrouded in darkness, your round hips rocked to the rhythm of the music, weaving the invisible web waiting for the unsuspecting victim. Your slender figure surrounded by the dull light of the spotlight, your shapely, full breasts that rise when you take a breath, your shoulder-length red hair, your porcelain white skin shining from your dress, all provided a checkmate for the male audience who wanted to have fun. Here, everyone wanted you, but no one could touch you, no one could get you. As if you had the sign: FORBIDDEN!

When the last song was over, when the black and white keys sighed for the last time, your throat fell silent, your raised hand fell. The sudden silence was replaced by a deafening noise. Bending your knees a little, you bowed, stealthily wiping the tears from your eyes, then throwing emotionless kisses, hiding your tiredness from others, you gracefully walked off the stage. At the bottom of the stairs, Théo was waiting for you, who was by your side just like all the previous evenings, watching over you like a bodyguard and escorting you back through the auditorium to the tranquility of your dressing room.

You tried not to take notice of the clammy hands reaching out to you, the greedy glances, nor the look whose owner was sitting at a far table. You didn't see the brown irises flashing curiously, darkening with desire, in which your figure was reflected, nor even the way the man's lips pulled into a predatory smile. Pushing aside his half-empty glass, he rose from his chair and went hunting, following his prey with springy steps. You.

Singing heart

Part 2

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: You work in a club in London, where you meet Jude, who is celebrating a Champions League victory with his teammates. Jude is a true alpha, handsome, rich, famous, living a life of comfort and luxury that others can only dream of. He was a man from head to toe, down to the smallest detail. He towered almost two heads above you, looking down at you from the clouds with his radiant eyes. Every movement of his muscular body, a wry smile flashing at the corner of his mouth, a wink drove his fans and opponents alike crazy. You wanted to touch him, hug him tight. Hearing his voice, tingling with his breath flipping over your skin. You wanted to laugh. To kiss. Lying next to him, waiting for your heartbeat to return to normal. You were happy because he didn't need anyone else. Only you. For a while.

a/n: This is my first time writing about Jude , so hope you’ll like it

( english isn't my first language )

Jude stood clutching the railing of the upstairs balcony as he surveyed the realm below. It was one of the most extravagant places he had ever been, at least in England. Lots of glitter for those who can really dig deep into their pockets. Tonight, the events took place under the sparkling light of crystal chandeliers, greed mixed with beauty and depravity, dressed in gold and diamonds, sipping free drinks.

Vini appeared next to him at the railing, grinning and pressing another glass of whiskey into his hand.

- I think I should congratulate you on a successful evening, kid - Grinning, he patted him on the back a few times, and Jude had to be careful not to spill the precious juice. It would have been a great shame for him.

- I can't complain - he nodded, but he didn't pay attention to his friend, he was still thinking about the young girl hiding behind the dressing room door, meaning you.

- My friend, I am extremely grateful that you thought of the team - Vini grinned at him, Jude just waved.

- This is the least.

- Yes for you, but it's a gold mine for us - The Brazilian soccer player's attention wandered. "Or heaven.

Yes, he was right. Heaven. Camavinga was standing next to one of the tables, his black jacket had already been left somewhere, his white shirt stretched over his muscular body. Next to the French man stood Dutch model Laura Celia Valk in a piece of fabric that could hardly be called a dress. They were talking to a couple. The man had short brown hair and a well-kept beard, covering a pale, middle-aged face and a sneer-smiling mouth that was clearly visible even from a distance.

- Rhys Ifans.

- What do you know about it?

- He is a famous actor. I'm not surprised to see it here.

- Blessed Gods! - Jude hit Vini on the shoulder. - I'm curious about the young woman!

- That would be me too. Good, good... Forgive me! - Jude's look could kill. His eyes, which were usually brown in color, thickened to black.

All the women in the club were the same, there was nothing unique about them. They are exotic and sweetly enticing, just like the black-haired beauty at his side before. He knew it was all just an appearance. Members of their kind have already flooded the streets of London, dressed in cheap clothes, bejeweled with fake jewelry, the paint on their faces a thick, colorful plaster. The superficiality of the sultry whispers burning his ears bored him to death. Finally there he was. Ifans had his arm around the waist of a stunning red haired woman. Jude couldn't take his eyes off her. Those full red lips and damn that silver scale covered body with full breasts and shapely butt.

And then you looked up as if you sensed someone staring. You held his gaze for a moment before turning back to rejoin the conversation. You were breathtaking, a real beauty and you knew that about yourself. You could have wrapped anyone around your finger, but not even one man caught your attention tonight. Until now. You already noticed him before, the English national team player, the savior of Real Madrid, he was the devilishly beautiful Jude Bellingham. You caught the eyes promising a thousand pleasures again, and you immediately knew how much your body and soul thirsted for him. You would helplessly accept the attack of his lips, the curious roaming of his palm on your sensitive body.

Rhys Ifans' arm was still clinging like a snake to the beautiful woman standing next to him, his fingers pressed deep into her hip. Jude beckoned the passing waiter over for another glass. He pushed it up quickly, wanting to dull his mind for the short time his groin took over alongside his heart. He wanted to kiss your soft lips, run his fingers through your fine hair, feel your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist.

You would helplessly accept the attack of his lips, a strange but familiar tingle would run through you at the invitation of your tongue to dance, thickening as a knot in your stomach, only to rage like a storm later. Your breathing would become more and more frequent. Obeying your burning body, you would watch as Jude's fingers tore the flimsy material of your dress to shreds.

- Hold on to me! - would pick you up, to which you wouldn't even have the strength to react in your stupor. He would sink into you without any tenderness as he nibbled on the sensitive skin of your neck, marking it as well. You would be his property! You would move with pleasure, panting loudly, above you the wondering moon and the envious stars, under your feet the blessed mother earth red with your passions.

You were so engrossed in the promising brown eyes that you completely forgot about the people standing next to you. You only woke up to a blood boiling smile and a warm palm caressing your waist.

Darts

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

- What did you do? - I roared down Dom's head.

- Minna! Everything will be fine. I will win - my friend tried to calm me down. We usually get along, but now he did something stupid.

- Don't worry - my girlfriend hugged me. Should I be calm? Should I not worry?

- He didn't offer you as a prize... I'd rather not say what it is! - Different shades of red danced on my face, from my neck to my burning ears. I tried to calm down with deep inhalations and exhalations, but I couldn't.

After partially regulating my pulse, I curiously glanced over to the far end of the pub. There, among his laughing friends, my pushed friend's opponent, Jude Bellingham, is the savior of the Real Madrid football team, the black-haired demigod of the Galacticos. The competition between them has been going on since his arrival, which they tried to keep within normal limits, their fight was never really bloody. Until now. I don't even understand how Jude could agree to the bet, why he allowed this challenge to my drunk friend.

If he wins, I mean Jude, I'll be his for a night. The thought of it touching me gave me chills, in a good way, of course. Like others, I was not left cold by his magical aura, which made most of the girls willing to do anything. Well, I really liked the guy, but I didn't want to be another name in his crowded notebook. As before, I couldn't take my eyes off him. My gaze wandered over his muscular figure, his narrow hips and long legs hidden in black jeans.

As much as I didn't mean to, it definitely had an effect on me. I envied the red and black arrows as he twirled them between his fingers, while his all-knowing eyes bore into mine. I answered his flash of a smile with a grimace, then turned back to my friend with a grunt, ignoring Jude's nod as he tried to greet me.

- Then let's start! - Dom waved at his opponent with a drunken grin. - There will be nothing wrong - he pressed a kiss on my cheek. Of course! The smell of alcohol, which could be felt from kilometers away, followed him like a shadow as he walked with uncertain steps to the throwing line.

- Minna - I trembled, she appeared behind me so unexpectedly.

- Jude.

- Don't you wish me luck? - My nose was hit by her acrid, citrus scent and the pulsation of energy that came from her body. I had a strong desire to snuggle up to Jude, hug him and never let him go. But I was able to resist the temptation, I pushed it away.

- I'm rooting for my friend, don't be angry.

-I'm not angry - he whispered. - How crampy you are today. I know a sure fire way to get you unstuck.

- Try a cold shower - I retorted.

- It can only be considered as a temporary solution.

- My body is not for sale.

- I'm glad. You know, I've never paid for sex before.

- Let's go! - Vini, one of the demigod's best friends, interrupted our verbal duel. - My stars! Work first, then fun.

At the beginning, everything went fine, but somewhere along the way, Dom lost control, the alcohol took over him. He made more and more mistakes and finally lost. And I turned around and walked away. I didn't want to see my friend's desperate face, nor Jude's smug look. I ran away, leaving the noisy pub behind. Neither the fresh, early spring air could soothe him, nor the beloved city of Madrid, whose streets were resplendent in the silvery light of the full moon shining in the sky. In my favorite nightclub, I was greeted by a gentle twilight, a lot of people and a fast rhythm. He was familiar behind the bar, he would have filled my usual drink immediately.

- No, thanks - I motioned to him. I didn't want the drink now, I was in a mess anyway, I didn't want to knock myself out completely. Rather, I gave in to the uncontrollable rumbling that hurt ears accustomed to silence, that the bass became one with my heartbeat. With arms raised high, hips swaying to the tune of the music, I raged for who knows how long. This night was different.

My skin heated up as the hand slid to my waist, my back pressed against the hard muscles. Glancing back over my shoulder, I detected a slight rebuke in the gaze framed by thick, dark eyelashes. I knew that no matter how much I resisted, I would only feel truly at home in his arms.

- You're bad, Minna. Very, very bad.

- Jude...

- We both have an unfinished business that...

- What?

- What we need to close. Now. Immediately - There was no escape.

- Well then, love me, Jude Bellingham! - I gave the order.

- Yes ma'am! - he leaned closer. - I will love you my beauty until the end of time.

Gunpowder kiss

2/1.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader

Summary: Minna is working for an aid organization when she is captured. Her soldier friend Jude rescues her from captivity, only to punish her in his own way.

I felt like I was in a galaxy far, far away. I was standing right in the middle of the vast desert, in a small village isolated from the world. Here, the wind blew hot during the day and cold at night along the few narrow streets that could be crossed in a few steps to get to the even smaller main square. The glistening grains of sand, from tiny pebbles to larger boulders, waged a fierce battle with the hectic weather. My mouth was often dry, my teeth gnashed from the dryness, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. I would have gladly doused myself with the water in my plastic bottle, but I had to reserve it, since my life could depend on the drops of liquid in it.

As the fiery celestial body ruling the sky began to take its short rest, the air immediately began to soften, and people hiding between the protective walls of the houses appeared. Sad eyes watched my every move from sun-burnt, sunken faces, begging for a little smile, a touch, and the weekly food package. With shuffling steps, they approached the hastily erected tent, the canvas wings of which protected the cans full of water that had recently been put out, and the crates hiding the cans from the rising grains of sand. Of course, the effort was futile, everything was covered in a finger-sized layer in no time. I could have written a novel in the dust.

It has been a year since I breathed in the not-so-boring minutes of the countryside, while my companion standing next to me had been wearing the soles of his boots for a long time. This time seemed like an eternity.

- Where is Jules? Is he still at camp? - Gabriel nodded.

- He wants to beg the boss for the next shipment of medicine. Needless to say, he won't get permission for it. Those greedy pigs! - He closed his eyes for a few moments, took a deep breath, and shook off his nervousness like an invisible cloak. - Minna! Do you feel it?

- What? - I looked at him questioningly.

- This wonderful smell. - I turned my gaze towards the sky. Gabriel laughed, he knew I wasn't taking it seriously. - I love this country and I love the people here.

- Great - I snarled to annoy a little - Let's ignore the rose scent spreading around us, pleasing to your delicate Canadian nose, for a moment and move on to more serious matters.

- Enough dreaming! Come help, they're bringing an injured person! - The cry came from a cloud of dust stirred up by a lorry braking at that moment. Two armed men came forward and supported their wounded comrade. Gabriel was already there, he and Vargas took over the injured man, when the man, who was bleeding from several wounds, recovered with admirable speed. He knocked the Portuguese on his right to the ground with a sudden blow, only to do the same to Gabriel on his other side.

- Gabe! - I screamed. Unfortunately, neither I nor the villagers have enough time or opportunity to escape. The sharp hiss of a barrage of bullets cut into the evening, killing those nearby. By some miracle, the shots were avoided me. My escape attempt was unsuccessful, I ran into the arms of a masked figure dressed in black.

- God bless the queen! - The sudden silence was broken by painful moans and a scratchy voice from alcohol and smoking. As the cloth covering his face moved out of the way, I immediately recognized the brown-skinned, burly-looking soldier. His expressionless, death-kissed features were not softened in the slightest by his words — That rotting country produced such sweet fruit as you! My breath always stops when I look at you, my beauty. Normally, I would blush at what I heard, but now I would have preferred to send him to hell. He couldn't be impressed by the incomplete set of teeth waving in his one-sided grin. He, on the other hand, was not happy about the rejection and the kick to his royal jewels, which caused my bound body to be thrown into the trunk of a car. My mouth was sealed with duct tape. Luckily I could breathe through my nose.

I don't know how much time could have passed, maybe minutes, but it could also have been hours that went behind my back. As my wrists and the leather strap that is not on friendly terms with them at all. I wanted to free myself, but no matter how hard I pulled the strap, it got tighter and tighter, cutting deep into my skin, my dripping blood soaking the blanket beneath me. I did gymnastics on my back, my hands hurt more, so I tried to kick the trunk lid. The car had been parked for a while, but I still did it very lamely.

Damn it! I had to get out of here!

In the midst of my agony, I thought of those who stayed there, my fellow aid workers and the residents of the village. Victims of the bloodthirsty terrorist. Tears came to my eyes, I felt more helpless, even more than average.

I finally managed to somehow rub off the patch on my mouth. I took a sudden breath, it didn't do me any good. I tried to switch to calm breathing. Slow inhalation, slow exhalation. Slow inhalation, slow exhalation. It was hard, very hard, because it was getting hotter and hotter in the trunk, and my lungs were getting even less oxygen.

I was already sweating profusely, the salty liquid was flowing everywhere and towards everything. Sweat stung my eyes, unfortunately I couldn't wipe them. I could have screamed in my helplessness. And I yelled too! In vain. No one heard me.

The heat was getting more and more unbearable.

I was praying hoarsely from shouting. I know that not even God could help me. Although, who knows?! Maybe he can hear the hoarse voice that ripped from my throat.

No, he didn't hear it.

In my mind, I say goodbye to everyone, my parents, my friends, and my non-existent husband. And I also forgive my cheating boyfriends. No way! May the devil take them away!

Well, then it's a good world! Close your eyes, close the window, close the door.

I could almost hear my limbs sigh with pleasure. We are freed from our shackles! The trunk was open, figures dressed in camouflage were leaning over me, lifting me out. - He's got it, he's still alive! - I heard the roar. Its owner held me close and did not let me pass it on to anyone else. I missed a few minutes and only regained consciousness in the loud helicopter. Jude was very attached to me, he also bandaged my wounds. He smoothed the stuck hairs from my sweaty forehead and pressed an encouraging kiss to my temple. - You're over it - Easy to say! All my bones hurt, and it was hard to blink.

Although the helmet covered his short, black hair, it wasn't the weird baseball cap he wore in his spare time at the base, and his muscular, tattooed body clad in military uniform, I still recognized him. Not 32, but at least 64 teeth flashed from his beard-framed face with his smile, but even that couldn't take my attention away from his gaze. Ice cubes floated in a sea of worried brown eyes and melted in the heat as he whispered in my ear.

- As soon as we get to safety, I'll put you on my knees and beat your rear red. I will punish you!

- Why?

- I want to hear my name on your soft lips, your scream when I bury my face in your pussy.

( english isn't my first language )

I'm empty without you

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x you/ femReader /Minna/ or whoever you want

Warnings: I do not know. Does anyone need a warning?

"My hand, without your hand, like a flower without fragrance.

My lips without your lips are like dawn without dew.

I'm empty without you, like the seas without water.”

Left-right, left-right, left-right. My legs did their work automatically despite my fatigue, which covered my body like an invisible shroud. I could barely keep my eyes open, not even the lights shining in the darkness of the street made it easier. It was three o'clock in the morning, and besides me, a few lonely passers-by were hurrying home or wherever they had to go. The weather wasn't in my favor either, I couldn't even see my nose in the thick fog. As if I were blind, I tripped over a piece of concrete.

And which was the peak of peaks... Valentine's Day was getting closer, and at my workplace, in a cafe, more and more couples in love appeared wanting to cuddle. I didn't hate this day, I just had bad memories of it. I don't like it, huh! My cell phone rang in the depths of my bag, and I stopped right where I was, digging into my bag up to my elbows. I completely forgot about research, I didn't hear the roar of the fast approaching engine. It appeared practically out of nowhere, and the wind caused by the two-wheeler blew me away. I found myself on the hard asphalt, my head hit hard, the contents of my bag scattered in all directions of the world.

The worried face of the tall figure cast a spell before me. Maybe from the world of fairy tales? The dark prince on the machine horse.

- My God! Are you okay? - he knelt down to me. His deep voice even made me swoon, it hit me like a lightning strike, just like his touch. The furrows of his fingertips burned tortuous labyrinths into my skin through my clothes, his brown eyes darkening even more with worry. My God! That face is too familiar! My stomach clenched like a ball, and my heart jumped up and down alternately.

- Yes, thank you - I would have gotten up, but he didn't go alone. He reached under my arm, supported my back and willingly helped. His touch burned, and I expected my clothes to end up like ashes next to my shoes. Just like long ago, maybe back in the Stone Age, on those wonderful nights in Madrid. He was JB, i.e. Jude Bellingham, a football player of the Real Madrid football team. But I didn't want to think about the feelings of that time, so I escaped from the biker's arms. I made a hasty decision, I felt dizzy. I would have fallen backwards, but he caught me and pulled me to his chest. Our faces were millimeters apart, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. He didn't remain indifferent to my proximity either, his dilated pupils and increased breathing showed it. I suddenly pushed him away, but pain shot through my elbow. I caught it, my palm touched a bloody wound.

- Minna! You're hurt! - the cry burst from Jude's throat.

- It's nothing, it just needs a patch - I shrugged, but then I hissed, my sensitive joints indicated the problem.

- It's nothing! - he disparaged, his forehead covered in a sea of ​​wrinkles, while he stroked my side looking for painful areas. The fog couldn't hide the redness of my face, and he noticed it too. - You are still beautiful! - his mouth stretched into a smile, his gaze fixed on my lips. Will you kiss me? My eyes closed involuntarily. The silent spell between us was broken by a screeching brake.

- Is something wrong? - an unknown man ran up to us.

- Nothing happened, I just tripped and fell - I tried to reassure him. I bent down for my scattered things, tried to avoid sudden movements.

- He should be seen by a doctor - Jude's worried voice made me look at him more carefully. Nothing has changed. He towered almost a head and a half above me, his long legs covered in jeans and his broad shoulders in a leather jacket. For a moment, our eyes merged again, we even forgot about the people standing next to us.

- No need, no problem! - I protested.

- Then let me bandage your wounds - Like before, I couldn't resist his request, no matter what it was. - Come! - And I willingly followed him to his motorcycle, then looked in amazement at the other crash helmet conjured up from somewhere. - I always have one more, just in case…

I hugged his waist and sat on the motorcycle behind him. A thousand thoughts were swirling in my head, so I didn't even look where we were going. We stopped at a house closed off from the outside world and prying eyes by a high fence, the electric gate slammed shut behind us. Jude greeted the security man who suddenly appeared with just a nod, then pressed the lock key into his hand.

- Whose house is this?- I turned to him.

- Mine. I bought it back then... - When we were still together, I added in my mind. Would this palace have been there for 2 years? - But... Why didn't you sell it? - Silently, without answering, he went through the door, I hastily followed him. He sat me down in what looked like a living room. I looked around curiously until he came back with the first aid kit.

- It will sting a little - Jude broke the silence as he approached my elbow with the antiseptic cotton. A bit? I'm going to scrape the wall! Biting my bottom lip hard, I tried to stifle my hiss. Failed. - I'm sorry.

- It didn't hurt at all - The waves of his laughter bounced off the walls, my sensitive ears greeted him as familiar. A pleasant shiver ran through me. - Please, Jude! Do not do it!

- What? - Those wonderful brown eyes widened in a moment of wonder, then narrowed to slyness in recognition. The vibrations coming from him and his touch made the muscles of my body twitch in wailing. The pounding of my heart in my chest shifted into a higher gear. - My Dear! Just give me one, one kiss! - he sighed into my mouth, sucking the air and my remaining energy from him. - Just one - That's all i want, just one. Nothing else.

I, too, could never count well.

When he kissed me, everything stopped. Involuntarily, I wrapped my arms around his neck, helplessly succumbing to the attacks of his lips.

- Jude, let's stop it! - I gasped for air. - This is not allowed, it is not right.

- Why? - he clung to me again, his hand on my back, then he grabbed my bottom and pulled me to him, his erection giving bright evidence of how much he wanted. His mouth was already on the hunt for my neck, burning a glistening trail of saliva into my skin. - Mine! You're mine! - he bit my shoulder, marking me with his teeth. By tomorrow, my skin will surely heal. - Only mine!

- Don't! - I moaned one last time, protesting a little.

As much as I had decided earlier that I would not give in, I must admit that I collapsed at the touch of him.

I clung to him tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist without thinking.

In the next moment, already in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, I felt the soft material of the blanket on my naked back, the possessive grip of his fingers on my hips, his satisfied growl in my ear.

- I missed you! - I heard his choked, wheezing voice later. - Every night I dreamed that you were lying next to me. Then, startled, I looked around and you were nowhere to be found. I'm empty without you.

- I love you, honey! - I leaned over him, he pulled me down by the back of my head.

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Pairing: Jude Bellingham x femreader/ you or whoever you want

Warnings: I think 18+, vowels and consonants, commas and periods and lots of love

- There was a tiny spider - I felt his hoarse voice in my ear, his kisses touched my neck and my collarbone. His bites left small, rapidly lilting spots on my skin, sealing his property for the night. His fingers playfully ran along my sides, up and down, down and up, until they were tied under my shirt, which barely covered anything. His touch made my already sensitive skin tingle even more. - he ran onto the ice - I left his masterful play on my numb spine with bated breath, while his tongue caressed my neck with complete devotion. My hands sunk into the soft carpet, I didn't have the strength to move. The small labyrinths of his fingers probed the inside of my thigh, hungrily exploring the unknown landscape.

Screw you, Jude Bellingham! You will be the death of me! I couldn't control my voice. Instead of my previous moans, a loud moan escaped from my throat. - he wasn't wearing small boots, the poor thing was cold - While his nails dug into my hips, leaving a mark for posterity, he leaned back to my mouth, deepening his kiss more and more. It tasted like hot summer nights, warm and seductive and spicy, like the sweet wine consumed at dinner. - he raised his paws.

Damn it! When did the clothes come off? And about me? - it's cold too - I kissed the pulsating veins on his lower abdomen, taking a bite or two. A pleasant growl erupted from him, making my heart beat even harder as I grabbed his cock. But he was very selfish. He wouldn't let me take over. - it's cold too - He flashed his bright smile earlier, distracting my wandering attention. Jude towered over me again, so I lingered on every little detail of his face for a fleeting moment. - this too, that too – The pair of brown eyes narrowed for a moment, their lips pulled into a sly grin.

- What now? What do you want to do? - I looked at him with a slowly misty look, but Jude laughed and shook his head. The little brat! You will regret this later! Or sometime. - and that too - Jude finally yielded to my soft plea and slid two fingers into me. A shiver ran through me as he worked in and out, taking my breath away. - the little spider went home and didn't come out until spring.

- Yes - I tried to get meaningful words out of my mouth. My arms wrapped around his neck, I pressed my lips to his. His thumb rolled over my clit and my head immediately fell back. Evil, rogue scoundrel! You will get this back! His kiss was less intense this time, becoming deep and slow until my lungs started begging for air. His features gradually relaxed as he thrust his hand into me, enjoying every sound I made. I almost whimpered when he bit my earlobe.

- You're mine! - Yes, yours - I agreed with him between two long kisses. Jude Bellingham is a master of seduction and carnal love. He was better at it than I was, and it didn't take long for me to pant heavily from the movements of his fingers. - Let me see! - he looked at me, and I was unable to refuse his request. His thumb rubbed my clit harder and the tension in my body broke, I wrapped my arms around his body, holding him close. Jude's fingers kept moving inside me until the heat flooded me and I fell back with a dazed mess in my head.

I breathed in the scent of his skin little by little, trying to slow down the crazy beating of my heart. I couldn't hide my disappointment when his hand disappeared from me. I immediately felt a sense of loss. Jude rose from the floor beside me, reached out helpfully and led me over to the bed. I leaned back, my hips moving impatiently, and a moment later he was inside me. He hissed sharply, but he couldn't stop the rolling of my hips, which made me pull his cock deeper.

- Behave! - Jude scolded, but neither annoyance nor anger could be felt in his voice. His mouth craved mine as he guided my arms up, pinning my wrists above my head. - Keep calm! - I couldn't lie still, I had to squirm when his warm palm barely touched the twin mounds of my breast. He stared at me with raw hunger, setting me on fire. I felt myself burning from the warmth of his hot body.

I flexed my arms impatiently, but obediently held them where he put them. His cock throbbed inside me and a harsh moan escaped his lips. Without thinking, I reached for him, running my nails along his back, before he grabbed my wrists and pushed me harder into the bed, not caring how much I squirmed under him. - I said behave! - he reminded me sternly, but his scolding only made me even tighter around him.

- Please, Jude! - I whined, and Jude knew what I wanted and nodded in agreement. I reached for her again and grabbed her black locks and pulled her back into another kiss. I clung to him tightly when he tried to pull away. I pressed my chest to his, whispering his name like a prayer. What did I whisper? I screamed his name as he pressed himself deeper and deeper into me, and the tension ran through me like fire. I couldn't do anything else but to tremble and twitch under him. Jude's breathing was ragged, his pupils wide with his own arousal as I clenched around his aching cock. I tried to pull it in even more.

- Minna! - He tried to divert me from my intention with his rough kisses, then bit my lower lip. He moaned and I felt his cock twitch for release. It was absolutely beautiful as Jude threw his head back and his mouth slightly parted as a shiver ran through his body. He slowly pulled out of me and turned onto his back. I turned towards him with aching muscles and collapsed on his sweaty body.

- Is there anything else you need, my prince? - Jude turned his head towards me, looked at me glowingly and blushing. With a serious expression on his face. The silence was becoming uncomfortable.

- Stay with me.

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Pairing: Jude Bellingham x femreader/ you or whoever you want

Warnings: I think 18+, vowels and consonants, commas and periods and lots of love, unprotected sex

It was morning, there was endless silence around me. I stretched sleepily on the fluffy carpet spread in front of the fireplace, my fingers hid in the snow-white fluff with a pleasant feeling. I felt a muscle fever in every part of me, a smile appeared on my face thinking about the events of the past night.

He was worried about me, but I returned home safely.

My son and I luckily escaped the car skidding on the icy road. My hands and my already happy thoughts slid to my slightly bulging stomach. Yes! I am sure that I will present my beloved soccer player with a boy.

Wandering down the empty corridor of the hotel, Jobe let me into the room with a wide grin on his face and a gracious wave. Now I know where the brothers disappeared to after Jude arrived. The sides of the huge, hardy acacia tub were painted golden yellow by the fire in the fireplace. The steam completely filled the room. The heat stung my skin like sharp needles, but it had nothing to do with the warmth of the air.

Brown eyes decorated with gold flecks flashed at me as soon as he heard my footsteps on the worn stone floor. I stood next to him and knelt down.

- Hello, baby! - I greeted.

Jude stretched out in the tub and soaked himself. My hungry eyes ran over his face, then hungrily followed the line of his arms and chest. Many years of training carved flexible muscles on his body. To get my attention back, he took my hand. Our fingers intertwined, then he leaned towards me and pressed a soft kiss on my wrist.

- Jump my beauty! - Jude issued the order. - Come here next to me!

- But I'm dressed.

- In clothes, then - he nodded, and I, like a dutiful lady, got up and climbed into the tub next to him.

I slowly sunk into the water, resting my head on his shoulder and with a soft sigh I nestled into the embrace of my love's arms.

- I'm glad you're finally back - Burying my face into his neck, I inhaled the scent of his skin while drawing different shapes on his chest.

- What did you promise me? How do you take care of yourself, right? - Although he was whispering, his reproachful, rumbling voice still felt like a roar. The deep vibrations ran through my body, igniting the last spark hidden in my chest into heat, forcing the silently singing heart to move. - You're driving me crazy! - His long, slender fingers were on my face, his forehead pressed against mine. Her hair smelled like a memory, pine, rain-soaked earth and sky-splitting lightning. - I almost lost you - He reminded me of what I wanted to forget. I reached for his hand, and he let me hold it, and then I stroked the calluses of his fingertips.

- I'm not that fragile. Anyway, that great English prince of mine is looking after me - I looked at him. My fingers easily ran up his neck, following the sharp line of his jaw. - And fame obliges you - I continued with a smile. I pressed a kiss to the center of his palm before he could pull his hand back. The pair of chocolate eyes flashed and darkened.

- The little one is naughty. I'm about to teach you good manners! - he pulled his mouth into a grin.

I held my breath, waiting for our lips to touch as he leaned forward in the water. I felt like I would give Jude everything he wanted. I was getting more and more impatient, waiting for him to kiss me again, for his tongue to touch mine.

Jude grabbed my face with both hands to pull me back to him and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I felt trembling that he wanted me with his hands, his mouth and his whole body.

He ran one of his palms along my back to take off my bra. He was breathing almost as raggedly as I was as we kissed.

His mouth wandering over me wasn't enough to keep reality at bay. I wanted him completely.

- I'm a lucky man - he breathed into my mouth. - And I won't let anything stand in our way - he caressed my hips before grabbing my butt. - So help me take off this damned dress!

Grinning, I began to undress, my wet clothes landing on the floor with a loud thud as I ran my mouth over the tense muscles and tendons on his neck. I took off all the clothes I had on. I ran it down my leg, off my ankle and that's it. There's nothing left.

Jude gasped again as he scanned me. I was there naked and I wanted to die. His labored breathing pulsated in rhythm with mine. I rose with him, I fell with him - always together.

Before long I found myself on his cock, resting on his chest. My face was hot, burning with the emotions that rushed at me. I heard the soft words in my ears, felt his breath on my neck, the bite of his teeth on my collarbone. Staring at his beady face with beads of sweat, I rode Jude, sometimes fast, sometimes slowing down my movements. I felt it was a matter of minutes and we were done, but the dice had turned, meaning that our body, throbbing with lovemaking, could not yet receive the long-awaited release.

- We're not done yet - I heard Jude's voice from afar. Are we not ready? What more could you want? I could sense what he might want, as his stiff cock still filled me inside. - Yes, it's still me - a majestic smile spread across his face.

He helpfully reached out to me, helped me out of the tub and led me to the double bed.

After lifting my legs onto his shoulders, his hips went to work again. After a couple of quick thrusts, he was playing on my nerves, slowly, but pushing deeper and deeper.

- Faster! - I gritted my teeth, but he just laughed and shook his head.

- We'll get to it - Screw you, Jude Bellingham! Only you can do it, and I'm hanging here between hell and heaven. I reached for her shapely bottom to urge to move faster, but he grabbed my arms and pinned them to the covers above my head.

- Please! - I looked into the mercilessly grinning face. He wasn't really impressed by my pleading look. He didn't react to my protest, he pulled out of my pleasure-hungry body.

I almost sent him to hell when he turned me over and hit me on the bottom and penetrated me from behind. Holding my hip tightly, he started moving. After a while, I felt like a man on a stake. How true. He almost impaled me with his cock, he was moving so hard inside me. My body cried out for salvation, my arms began to shake, I could hardly hold myself. My brain went numb from the lustful intoxication that came over me. Jude made his final moves towering over me, our skin meeting with a loud snap. I fell into the deep chasm with my head thrown back, almost whimpering, my love followed me with a loud moan.

- Be sure to tell my mother if you need help! - It was always difficult to avoid Jude's searching gaze. The eternal mission impossible.

- Okay - I nodded forcedly. As he stood there facing me, his powerful figure, his pupils dilated, I saw a destructive storm in his eyes, swirling emotions behind the fire raging inside him. I tried to close my eyes and turn away, but I couldn't compete with the impossible. The heat from his body could even seep through his clothes and it made me feel very vulnerable. Just one look, and I immediately rubbed against him like a kitten longing to be touched by its owner.

- But really! - Before giving me one last hug, he kissed me on the temple and grinned as he told me the simple fact. - I love you.

Then my boyfriend was no longer there, his huge figure was swallowed up by the suddenly risen gray fog. And there was nothing left but crumpled chewing gum paper lying on the cobblestones.

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It was cool in the living room, except for some embers flickering in the fireplace. Jude Bellingham still couldn't bring himself to put wood on the fire, even though the woodcutter was only an arm's length away. Even if he was locked in the hottest pot of hell, it wouldn't have warmed his soaked, ice-cold body. His head was heavy with wine and his body was empty without the heart and soul left in his home.

- Jude - Vinicius Jr. couldn't even get his friend's full attention with his voice.

- What? - muttered Jude in displeasure, looking at the empty bottle in the left hand of the ever-smiling Brazilian.

- When this cursed storm subsides somewhat, I will accompany you back to your wife. But until then, all we can do is wait.

- I don `t want to wait! - Even when he was drenched in water, in clothes that clung to his muscular, lean body, he radiated uncontrollable wildness. Pressing his lips together, he raised his head, a tension flared up in his brown eyes. - To hell with you! - He threw the towel in his hand to the other end of the room.

Even the monotonous hum of the television was drowned out by the sound of the approaching storm, lightning strikes shook the windows of the house.

The teammates also felt the same restlessness as Vini's dog. His body, covered with brown-black fur, trembled with nervousness, his breathing wavered along with his owner's heartbeat. Joy flashed in his yellow eyes as he heard the increasingly loud click of shoes approaching him and smelled the familiar scent of human flesh covered by wet clothes.

But Jude had other plans.

As he ran out into the yard, his foot slipped on the wet stones, but he managed to reach his impatient friend who was stumbling next to the car without injury. How embarrassing it would have been if one or two wet pebbles caused the loss of the fearless soccer player, the adored prince of Real Madrid.

Tchouaméni was the lucky one who managed to get the lock key , to take the driver's seat and start the car. When all four of them took their seats, the wheels of the car sped up and pebbles flew. Trent buckled his seat belt at the last minute.

The wind picked up, and the rain falling from the gloomy black clouds became as opaque as the densely woven curtains on the door of their bedroom balcony.

Jude's mouth twitched nervously, his chin tensed, his stomach clenched, his heart clenched by some unknown foreboding.

- Let's hurry! - His voice was only a faint whisper, like the gliding of a butterfly's wings in the colors of the rainbow, but the person to whom spoke to him, still understood.

If they had been walking in the rain around this time, if a ship steered by brave sailors had come up against the waves crashing on high, he would have seen a vision dressed in the light of yellow-red lightnings on the road shrouded in darkness, he would have thought only: Those are the gods!

- It's almost over - I would have liked to wrap my fingers around the balding doctor's thick neck and squeeze him until the last breath, until the last thought left him. How the hell can you say that! It's easy for him!

Laura, Antonio Rüdiger's wife, took my hand. I squeezed hers.

"I know you'd rather kill him," he grinned at me. I admit, as much as I hated Laura in the past, I have grown to like her in the last six months. In her worried eyes, I saw my shattered reflection, my face distorted from the pain of childbirth, my hair stuck to my pale skin wet from sweat.

- I'm ugly!

- You're beautiful! - he pressed a soothing kiss on my forehead. I was very tired. I would have preferred to close my eyes and sleep a little. A few minutes or a few hours.

- Does it always take this long?

- Not always. Every woman is different - said the nurse from the side, holding a wet cloth.

- I hate him! I hate Jude! - I squeezed out the words between my teeth. A sharp pain ripped through my body, spasming my muscles. - When he returns home, I will cut off his tail and feed it to the dog!

The two women laughed and said almost simultaneously:

- Believe us, you would later curse yourself for your earlier words.

Another contraction almost snapped my spine in half. I felt like my bones were falling apart.

- Please do something! I can not stand! - Laura gently, with slow movements, ran her hand several times along my enlarged, tense belly. She gathered her brown hair, which had previously covered her shoulders, pinned it up and looked at me with an encouraging smile.

- Get ready! They will arrive soon.

- I'll kill you anyway! - The pains were getting stronger, I cringed from the pain. I turned here and there, twisted, and buried my head in the pillow that had become a fighter. It was somehow easier with my eyes closed.

- Press it! - Laura said. - Press it! As before...

- To hell with you, Jude Bellingham! I hate you! - As if I had been hit with whiplash, the pains came more and more frequently and densely. - I will never spread my legs to you again!

- My beauty, don't make irresponsible statements - I heard the familiar chuckle next to my head. I got it towards his hand.

- You are here, in time - My palm slid into his ice-cold palm.

- Yes my love. As I promised. Now push, doe! It's time for the little dragons to arrive!

I barely had any strength, but somehow I managed to push.

It was like a lock on a door. However, when the lock was opened, my body felt so light.

- You did it, my love! - My beloved soccer player bowed his head to my forehead with eyes glistening with tears, then with a bright smile on his face, he took over from the doctor his son, William, who has black hair. The blonde girl, Denise, who arrived a few minutes after her brother, was wrapped in a warm, soft piece of fabric by Laura.

- They are so perfect! - I stretched out my hand towards them, when a strong pain ripped through my lower abdomen like a whiplash, then galloped along my back and thighs. I felt nauseous. - I need to throw up - I moaned.

- What's happening? - Fear ran down Jude's spine.

- My goodness! - the doctor wearing foggy glasses leaned over to me. - Another one is coming!

( english isn't my first language ) - just the usual

sorry for the mistakes

I want it we do it again

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x femreader/ you or whoever you want

Warnings: I think 18+, vowels and consonants, commas and periods and lots of love, unprotected sex

Jude Bellingham.

The rumor mills said that he knows all the pleasures that a man can give a girl. He never asked what a woman wanted, but as soon as he finished, he understood immediately. He had power, a lot of money, not a little intelligence, and he was able to manipulate people, even his peers, into doing what he wanted.

He stood between his two friends, Vini Jr. and Trent, by a table overflowing with champagne glasses, scanning the room like a starving predator stalking its prey. He hadn't chosen it yet, but he knew that in this room was the person he would be sharing the lavender-scented bed of his suite with for the next few hours.

While the thousands of thoughts were chasing me, I took small steps among the many French lace and Lyon silk dresses rustling around me. I quickly left the couples spinning with cheerful laughter in the distance, only to retreat into a corner with a sullen expression on my face. I hated dancing and I hated that came with this masquerade ball. I sat down into a lonely chair. No one near or far, everyone on the dance floor played the role of the devil of the dance.

The minutes spent being bored almost seemed like hours. I already knew how many people were in the room, how many chandeliers illuminated the crowd with a dark aura, how many shoes tapped on the mirror-smooth marble floor. I collected a thousand uninteresting pieces of information and one or two interesting pieces of information, but even that couldn't cheer me up. I was about to stand up, kicking off my high-heeled glass shoes and hobble home, when a tall figure came into view.

- Look at me!

I was not prepared for the sight.

I caught my breath and for a few moments nothing came to mind. There was a smile hiding in the corner of the man's mouth, and the night black color of his hair was striking next to his well-defined chin. And her eyes... God have mercy on every innocent girl who looks into them! Her brown, liquid chocolate eyes were shaded by thick, black eyelashes, and her boldly lined eyebrows made her gaze even more irresistible. Her gaze was exotic, hypnotic, defiant, daring and infinitely sensual.

- Look at me!

I could only repeat myself. I wasn't prepared for Jude Bellingham.

It was difficult for me to recover from my astonishment, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Sighing slowly, I let out the air that escaped my worn lungs with a hiss. This is so unfair! They even warned me who he was and to be careful with him.

- Come with me! - My body sang when he reached out to me, a light sigh escaped my throat as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I could already feel his breath on my skin when the touch of his soft lips slowly reached mine. His long fingers slid into my locks and he gently pulled my head closer. I got goosebumps, I shuddered at this feeling.

- Come with me - his voice was soft, completely enchanted.

Jude put one hand on my shoulder, and when I tried to turn back, his other hand pinned me to the railing in the darkest corner of the huge terrace.

- Are you bored, baby? - He whispered in my ear. He grabbed my skirt with his hand on my waist and pulled it up until I could feel the cool breeze on my bottom. He grabbed my bottom and kept squeezing it, without any hesitation, firmly reaching for me. Just as I wanted. I tried to turn my head away, but he wouldn't let me. He wrapped one of his hands around my neck and pulled me to him, while I kept smelling his citrus-spicy, intoxicating scent. Then he let go of my neck, grabbed my hair and started pulling me to lean even closer to him. He nudged mine with one of his feet.

- Spread your legs! - he instructed. And I spread my legs for him voluntarily and singing.

- Please! - I moaned almost begging.

He let go of my hair and reached between my legs. My panties were already wet, my moisture running down my thighs. I was embarrassed, but I felt in my bottom that Jude liked it.

After that, he spared absolutely nothing, he didn't waste his time. He grabbed my panties and tore the delicate lace. He immediately started caressing my clit, then plugged one finger up, then another.

- Say my name!

- Jude...- When he stopped after hearing my sigh-filled moan, I began to urge him. "Please, continue!" - He moaned with satisfaction, then fingered me thoroughly while stroking and rubbing my clit more and more, and I still couldn't stand it. It was too good not to enjoy every minute of it. A few moments passed, my vision blurred, I gasped loudly. Then his hand disappeared for a moment, as if he wanted to punish me so that I wouldn't enjoy it.

The music coming from the room got louder now, but I didn't pay attention to it because I was completely focused on something else, someone else. Jude unzipped his pants and that made me lose my mind even more. With one hand, he pulled my skirt up to my back, and with the other hand, he brought his cock closer to my pussy.

- No woman has ever turned me on as much as you. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be begging for more.” As he managed to get it in, he kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper. "You're so tight," he moaned, his voice full of lust. I sighed heavily when his thick erection deepened

penetrated and continuously expanded. It almost hurt what he was doing, but the pleasure was more dominant. I almost cried when he let go of my dress and took my mouth as he pushed deeper and deeper. He bent down to my neck and bit the sensitive skin with his mouth, then began to suck my neck. When she finished sucking, I could feel orgasm approaching, but she continued to move actively.

- Be quiet, baby! - His hand was still on my mouth, while he could caress my clit with the other and thrust harder. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay completely quiet, but he did a great job. I made sure it echoed around the room when I yelled,

"Yes!" Very good! - The pleasure consumed my body from thrust to thrust, moan to moan, it was almost too much. I finally screamed from orgasm.

As he pushed deeper, my inner muscles tensed against his cock. I could feel him enjoying himself.

It was amazingly good.

- It was amazingly good - Jude echoed my thoughts and feelings.

When he pulled out of me, I lost my balance. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me so I wouldn't fall. I leaned against the railing and tried to breathe evenly while my mouth was up to my ears.

- Are you okay? he asked softly.

- I'm perfectly fine - I smiled at him - I want it we do it again.

Later, I fell on my bed dizzy. I giggled and hid in the blanket and with closed eyes called up the smell of my now favorite soccer player, the memory of his touch and kiss. In a daze, I allowed my senses to be dulled, to be filled with infinite satisfaction, and I was happy that I could finally get what I had wanted for a long time.

( english isn't my first language ) - just the usual

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bby daddy

I divorced my husband (Jude Bellingham) today because he cheated on me (he transferred to Real Madrid). I felt so betrayed (I’m a diehard Barça fan).

saw ur taking footballer reqs. i NEED thoughts on jude being needy after a match.

HI BABE. no this is so real like u don’t understand. also i underwent yet another hiatus but i’m on break and am SO back.

i think it doesn’t matter if the match went good or bad, either way he’s gonna immediately need to be in your arms. i imagine you left before him bcoz he’s gotta debrief w his team, so you’re at home making him his favorite food when he gets back. his bags are on the floor as soon as he walks in and he’s running over to you and picking you up. deffo does the princess twirl. you’re giggling and congratulating (or comforting him), leaving sloppy kisses all over his face. idk if you wanted smut or not bc needy can go both ways but if you do then here u r babes.

he definitely initiated a makeout sesh. it’s not slow, absolutely not. his tongue goes straight to your mouth as he hastily (and very messily) chases your lips. his weakness is SLOPPY KISSES AND I AM NOT AFRAID TO SPEAK MY TRUTH. he’s alr so hard so he just bends you over the counter and takes you there. he’s letting you know how much he appreciates you and all these sweet words but the way his hips are moving is so violent. his contradicting words make you clench around him. after the two of you finish n you’re all giggly, it’s a super sweet moment. you’ll clean yourselves up n eat the meal u made him while he tells you about how he believes his match went.

this is erotic

camavinga is me im camavinga

🗣️ THATS WHY HE PLAYS FOR REAL MADRID