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Jude Bellingham x male reader
Tysm for the request love💗 hope this will satisfy your expectations! I’ll try to get the other one out very soon 🤗
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Word count: 335
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Pressure
Idk who’s pov, ig Y/N??? Lmk… Pov:
You knew, your boyfriend knew, everyone knew. The pressure was on you. You had to score if you wanted to progress to the semifinals. You felt the eyes of millions of people watching you.
After Jude (your boyfriend) scored the second goal of the match in the last ten minutes minutes. You knew you needed to score again, the team depended on it. So there you were standing, about to take a penalty because a player on the France team decided to mistake you for the ball. He got red, and you got to take the penalty.
It was the 90th minute. After a quick prayer you went for it. You went for a straight shot that completely messed up the goal keeper. You scored, you freaking scored. You immediately went on your knees crying put of happiness.
Jude’s Pov:
I knew the amount of pressure my boyfriend must have felt. After i scored we all knew who immediately felt the pressure to score, I wish he didn’t but that’s the way he is, it makes him unique in a weird way.
I see y/n put the ball down on the dot. All I could do is wait and pray. If he scored that goal, we would be a step closer to winning the world cup. I see y/n take a deep breath. “Come on baby, you can do this.” I whisper softly. He gets ready, and then… he unexpectedly went for a straight shot, he never does. And it’s a goal, he did it.
I see y/n get on his knees and cry, all I can do is rus to him, as fast as i can. “Baby, you did it!” I scream out of happiness. He looks up at me and stands up and puts his forehead against mine. “I did it, I freaking scored.” He whispered. At that point I really wanted to kiss him, but I can’t because Qatar is a religious country and I respect that.
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Sorry if this is short. I just felt like this was perfect. Again sorry for the bad grammar, English isn’t my mother tongue. Hope je enjoyed!! Comment if you would like to be on my taglist!
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Jude Bellingham x male reader
Ahh this is the second one of the two requests! Thanks again for the request lovee!! Sorry if this doesn’t satisfies your expectations!! English is my 3rd language, so please keep that in mind ❤️ Comment if you would like to be on my taglist!
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Injured
No ones pov: (idk what to use)
You were shining on the field, 2 assists and 2 goals. It was save to say you where the star of the match. There was so much tension between all the players, you could feel it and you knew damn well everyone else felt it. You passed the ball to Mount.
Jude’s pov:
I was running on the field, seeing y/n passing the ball to Mount. But then for no reason a player of the enemy team decides to mistake y/n for the football. Resulting in y/n falling to the ground. “Shit shit shit” I whisper scream. I sprint towards him, this was bad.
Time skip — 5 days later
Y/n pov: (this shit’s difficult leave me alone)
I opened my eyes, not realising where the fuck I was. I look around and the first person I see is Jude, holding my hands. He doesn’t notice my eyes on him, so I squeeze his hands. “Wha- omg your awake.” He says in a soft tone. I really wanna talk but no words come out, just a smile. “wa hap end.” There’s coming some sort of sound out of my mouth, but not much. “You got injured really bad. You were in a sort of ‘coma’ but i never left your side.” He answered while chuckling at your broken words.
“Di d we win?” I ask, my voice still hurting. “Yes, but we lost to France.” He says while his voice breaks. “I really tried baby-” he immediately stops talking, realising what he said. Basically confessing his love for me. “It’s okay, if yu want to as me some thing, as k it.” I immediately said, so he wouldn’t apologise. “Oh, i uh. I kinda like you…” he awkwardly smiles. “Me too, si lly.” I said giggling softly.
“No, i like like you.” “I know, it s so obvi ous yo u do.” Without thinking i grab his face and give him a kiss on the cheek. I looked at him, he looked at me for a good 5 seconds. Then we started making out.
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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
king of aftercare idc what anyone says. i think he loves showering with you in general bc it's soo intimate to him so he's always showering with you and helping you wash your hair :( he's also super touchy at the best of times but especially after sex he literally cannot take his hands off you.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
cannot decide if he's an ass or boobs man i think he's abit of both tbh. he loves resting his hands on your waist literally all the time. loves your thighs! always has a hand resting on your thigh when you're sitting down and loves leaving little bite marks and hickies on them 🤭 i also think he loves a lil belly pouch? idk how to explain it but i just think he absolutely adores a girl with curves.
on him i think his arms or thighs. he goes feral when he catches you staring at his biceps and always flexes them cause he knows it has you drooling. loves his thighs cause he knows how much you love riding them 😁😁
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
loves finishing in you. it just feels so intimate to him that you both trust eachother enough and it makes him feel so much closer to you.also loves finishing on your boobs or stomach then scooping his cum up with his fingers and making you lick it off 😋😋
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he loves middle of the night sex. it's always so much more intense and intimate and jude's always a little whinier
i also feel like he secretly wants you to take control but is too worried to ask. he's so dominant in every aspect of his life and i think sometimes he just wants his girl to take care of him :(
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he knows what he's doing but i also don't think he's super experienced? he doesn't seem the type to have loads of one night stands tbh. he's experienced but it still took him some time to figure out what was good for you
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
he's a man so ofc he loves abit of doggy but i also think he loves missionary. as basic as it is, it makes him feel closer to you and makes the whole experience more intimate for him. he's also not gonna say no to having you on top 🤭
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
honestly i think it depends. sometimes neither of you can stop giggling for no actual reason? one of you will let out a moan then both of you just burst out laughing.
but i think he's also super serious at times because he's always so busy and he wants to make the most out of time with his girl. he wants to savour every moment with you so stays super serious.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i think he keeps everything neat but not nare
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
so so intimate! i think he has a filthy mouth but he can't for the life of him be any level of degrading because he feels mean (he doesn't give a fuck about how mean he is when he's teasing though 🤭) so his comments are more praise.
i think he secretly loves that super cheesy romantic music rose petals and candles sex more than he'd ever admit. he doesn't get to spend alot of time with you so when he has you all to himself and a chance to show you just how much you mean to him you best believe he's gonna take it.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
loves facetiming you to get himself off when you're away. he doesn't usually do it at home bc you're there. but the real magic is mutual masturbation bc i think he's super into that 🤭🤭 (@judeswhore 's blurb on this is 10/10 btw) loves having you next to him with one leg over his touching himself. there's just something about it that sends him into overdrive.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
praise kink!! giving and receiving jude loveeesss praise. constantly telling you that you're his good girl and how well you're doing 🫠 but he also loves receiving praise. goes feral when you call him your good boy. will literally beg you to tell him how good he feels when he's fucking you
also has a raging size kink. he's massive and loves how small you look compared to him. has a thing for fucking you infront of a mirror so he gets to see the size difference between you both.
i also think he loves a risk. he is literally up for fucking you whenever wherever even if there's a chance of you being caught. i'm talking having a quickie in your childhood bedroom while your parents/siblings are literally downstairs. tells you to be a good girl and stay quiet or he'll stop. sometimes makes you suck on his fingers so you stay quiet 🤭
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
i think he loves your bedroom the most. as basic as it is, there's no interruptions and he can completely focus on you. however he does love to tease you in public just to hear you beg him to take you home so he can finish what he started.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
anything. literally something as simple as you putting on lip gloss or wearing something tight has his going wild.
n= no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything that's gonna hurt you. i don't think he'd be into super degrading talk. like maybe a little bit but nothing too far.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
i think he's 50/50. he loves to tease you and he knows he can do that when he's going down on you.
but i think he has a super sensitive dick 🙂 like the moment you have him in your mouth he's trying desperately not to just fall apart and cum instantly.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
also depends. after a bad game (him and refs never get along) he's super fast and rough but super clingy and affectionate after. but otherwise he's super slow and romantic and loves taking his time with you. sometimes you literally have to beg him to be rougher with you 🤭
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves a quickie before he goes to training! he'll literally bend you over the kitchen worktops and make your head spin then kiss your neck, give you this really cocky smirk and tell you to be good and he'll do a proper job when he gets home.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yes yes yes! he's always down to try new things bc he wants to make sure you're having the best sex of your life. i think he's into risks bc he loves the thrill but he doesn't really take any public risks because the chance of you being caught is super high and he doesn't want to cause you any embarrassment
s= stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he runs around for 90 mins, he's got good stamina and you're usually warn out way before him " c'mon baby. you gonna be a good girl and give me one more?"
t= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
loves using them 🤭 i genuinely think he loves buying new ones he sees to try them out on both of you and you sometimes get new ones that you see too 🤭 just for a second imagine using a vibrator on him.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
biggest tease ever. he loveeess to drag everything out and mocks you a little bit when you get overstimulated 🤭
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
loud. he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel by moaning, whining, whimpering and all that 😋
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
loves loves loves lingerie. like seeing you in pretty little matching sets literally drives him insane. he loves surprising you with new really expensive sets ( i'm talking agent provocateur stuff). he buys you some when he's away on international break and asks you to model them for him which always ends in the best phone sex ever
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
we've seen enough evidence, he's massive 🤭
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
the man is literally never satisfied. he's so completely obsessed with you and he just can't ever get enough.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he won't fall asleep until he knows you're 1000% okay and comfortable. once he knows you're doing okay and relaxed then he can sleep.
no pressure but imo we should get a winners fic today 🤭
Every night - Jude Bellingham
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend’s real reward is at home, waiting for him to make their night unforgettable…
GENRE: smut, reward sex
WARNINGS: smut (+18), fingering, jerking off, unprotected sex, crampie…
AUTHOR’S NOTE: of course i had to write this…especially with him looking so hot tonight😌
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If there’s one thing Jude loved more than winning a game, it was what came after.
Sure, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the match, and the praise of being called the best on the pitch was a rush like no other. But what really got him, what he craved most, was knowing that you were waiting for him at home with that smile, the one that told him he’d more than earned his reward.
Tonight was no different.
“Oi, Jude, you comin’ out to celebrate?” Vinícius called out, his grin infectious.
“Nah, man, got somethin’ special planned,” Jude replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. The lads teased him, but he didn’t care. He knew they’d understand.
It was when he opened the door of his hotel’s room that he saw his real reward, a little smirk playing on his lips.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” you teased.
Jude’s grin matched yours as he dropped his bag by the door, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know I had to, right? Can’t leave my biggest fan waitin’.”
He led you to the couch, where you comfortably sat on his lap, still looking at him.He kissed you slowly, like he was savoring every second of it, every taste of you. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he held you just a little tighter, his fingers gripping you like he never wanted to let go.
“Jude…” you breathed out, barely able to form words as his hands roamed your body, exploring, claiming.
“Mhm?” he hummed against your lips, his eyes half-lidded, full of that fiery intensity you loved so much.
“You were so good out there baby…” You whispered against his lips, which curved into a satisfied smile as he felt your breath against his skin.
“Yeah?” Jude’s voice was a low growl against your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “You know I do it all for you, right?”
You shivered under his touch, fingers tangling in his hair. “I know, baby.”
His hands roamed down your back, gripping your waist with a possessive intensity, his mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck. Soft moans escaped your lips.
“Don’t ever stop making that sound, yeah?” he murmured between kisses. You silently nodded, doing exactly as he requested.
Jude’s hands moved with purpose, tracing the curve of your body until his fingers brushed against the delicate lace of your panties. He pressed a finger against the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness beneath.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me,” he growled, his voice thick. He slid your panties aside, his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping inside, making you gasp.
“Jude…” you moaned, clutching at his shoulders, your hips rocking against his hand. His thumb found your clit, circling it with just the right pressure, making you see stars.
“You like that?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good, Jude… don’t stop,” you panted, your nails digging into his back.
He smiled against your neck, adding another finger and thrusting them deeper, his pace relentless. “Gonna make you come, love. Gonna make you scream my name.”
You could feel the tension building, your body trembling with the need for release. Jude’s fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough and urgent. “Let go.”
With a cry, you did, but Jude didn’t stop, his fingers working you through your orgasm until you were a trembling, panting mess in his arms.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing you deeply, his hand still teasing your oversensitive flesh. “But we’re not done yet.”
You gently pushed him back, your eyes locked with his as you slid down his body. He watched you with a mix of surprise and hunger as you unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard length.
“You want to be rewarded too, right?” you whispered, your voice sultry.
Jude could only nod, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m all yours.”
You wrapped your hand around him, your tongue flicking over the tip before taking him into your mouth. His groan was deep and guttural, his hands finding their way to your hair, guiding you as you moved.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he muttered, his hips thrusting gently. You took him deeper, your tongue swirling around him, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. His grip tightened in your hair as you increased your pace, the sounds of your sucking and his moans filling the room.
“Baby, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his as you continued to stroke him, your mouth working the tip with focused intensity.
With a shuddering groan, he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed every drop, licking him clean before looking up at him with a satisfied smile.
Jude pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.
He climbed over you, positioning himself between your legs. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as he lined himself up with your entrance. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you closed your eyes at the feeling.
“Nu-uh, let me look at these pretty eyes,” Jude murmured, his voice rough.
You did as he asked, opening your ‘pretty eyes’ and grabbing his hand, squeezing and caressing it
As he entered you, he started moving his hips slowly at first, savoring every moment. You moaned softly, the sensation overwhelming.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours. “So tight, so perfect.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Jude… faster, please.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, each one driving you closer to the edge.Your gasps and moans filled the room .
“Your legs are shaking so much, baby,” he whispered, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“God- Don’t stop please,” you whimpered , your nails digging into his shoulders.
He increased his pace, his thrusts hitting deeper and harder. “I never thought I’d hear you say this. Fuck, you’re so hot.”
You moaned louder, your body arching into his. “Jude… I’m so close…”
“Me too, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “I’m gonna come.”
The intensity of his thrusts, combined with the pressure of his thumb on your clit, pushed you over the edge once more.As he spilled inside you, he messily kissed you,moving your hair from your face.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding.
You turned to face him, blushing a bit.
“Why are you looking at me like this?”you asked, trying to catch your breath, a playful grin on your face.
“I’m just imagining how amazing it would be to celebrate like this every night.”
Pretending - Jude Bellingham
Warnings: none, maybe a bit smut (?)
Summary: Why moving on needs to be so hard?
Author's note: i don't know about this...let me know if you like it! masterlist
Genre: reader x Ex!JudeBellingham (wordcount: 1425)
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I could hardly believe my eyes.
Just when I thought I’d moved on, ready to start a new chapter and forget about him, there he was, looking like an angel descended to earth, a living Michelangelo masterpiece.
Was it the alcohol, or had he always been like this?
The sad truth was that I missed him more than I was willing to admit, and deep down, I hoped he missed me too.
When his eyes met mine, panic surged through me. I quickly turned away, pretending I hadn’t noticed him, as if that could somehow shield me from the storm of emotions brewing inside. I was terrified to face him, to meet his gaze, to exchange even a simple hello.
If I had truly moved on, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. No nervous fluttering in my stomach, no racing thoughts. But let’s be honest, this wasn’t just anyone. This was Jude Bellingham.
I could pretend I only noticed some of his teammates, but that would be a lie. He was surrounded by girls, their eager eyes betraying their desperation. Not that he paid them much attention, but they were ready to do anything to get close to him.
Before I met him, I had never been a jealous person, but what I loved most about him was his loyalty. Now, even though our relationship was over and I should have moved on, a pang hit my heart.
I had sworn to my friends that I wouldn’t fall for him again, no matter what. At the time, it seemed easy enough. I was confident, even defiant. But then I saw him, and all the walls I’d built crumbled in an instant. The progress I’d made was undone with a single glance.
“Show that you’ve moved on, you’re a fuckin’ independent girl.”
“He’s such a loser thinking he can get you back.”
What they didn’t know was that if I could, I would have jumped into his arms the moment I walked into the place. But I couldn’t. Maybe because my ego is as high as a mountain, and I’ve always followed this fundamental rule: Don’t go back to your exes.
Little did I know that soon this rule was going to be forgotten.
With my back still turned to him, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Before turning around, I tried to imagine who it could be. I hoped with all my heart that it was him, but all my hopes were shattered the moment I turned around.
There stood a man, visibly older than me, with a dazzling smile as he offered me his hand.
“Would you like to dance?”
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Jude has always been the jealous type, the kind of guy who feels the need to protect his territory. And I loved that protective side of him to death.
Ever since that guy asked me to dance, Jude hasn’t been able to take his eyes off me. I smiled slightly to myself because I knew the effect I had on him. I could see that irritated expression of his, the one that said, “I don’t like what I’m watching,” and butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he still wanted me.
The guy had gone to get drinks, and while I was waiting, I heard a voice behind me, a voice too familiar to ignore.
“Were you trying to catch my attention? ‘Cause you did.”
My heart skipped a beat as I turned slowly, almost afraid of what I might find. There he was, closer than I expected, his eyes locked onto mine.
“I’m just trying to move on, like you should too,” I lied, my voice barely steady.
“Oh, sure you are,” Jude replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, but his eyes told a different story. They were searching mine, as if trying to find some truth behind my words.
“I saw how you were looking at me before, pretending not to notice,” he continued, stepping closer, my hands trembling harder than before.
“And I saw how you looked at me,” I shot back, my breath catching in my throat.
He smirked, the kind of smirk that made my knees weak. “So, what now? We keep pretending? Or are we going to talk about the fact that neither of us has moved on?”
I didn’t know what to say. I knew this night was going to be a long one.
His eyes and that little smirk. My heart was beating faster than it should have. Why was moving on so hard? My desire to jump into his arms was stronger than ever.
“Stop looking at me like that,” his voice pulled me back to reality. His gaze flickered away, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Like what?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Like you always did before.” He hesitated, then continued, “I miss you so fuckin’ much.”
His words hung in the air between us, the kind of tension that made it hard to breathe. “I miss you so fuckin’ much,” he repeated, his voice rough, as if the confession had taken everything out of him. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, searching for any hint of what I might be feeling.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words caught in my throat. It was impossible to think straight with him standing so close, looking at me like I was the only person in the room.
“Tell me you don’t miss me,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, “and I’ll walk away right now. But if you do, even a little…” He trailed off, his gaze flickering down to my lips before meeting my eyes again. “Then let’s stop pretending.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to deny it, to tell him that I didn’t miss him, that I was perfectly fine on my own. But you know what the truth was.
“You’re making this really hard,” I finally managed to say, my voice shaky but laced with the frustration of someone who was desperately trying to hold it together.
He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. He closed the gap between us, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke, each word sending butterflies to my stomach. "I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes. You can't hide from me, not now."
He pressed a soft kiss on my jaw, making me grip the bottom of his shirt. His hand then took my wrist, a grip much stronger and demanding. His fingers intertwined with mine.
I timidly sought his eyes, which immediately met my gaze.
“Am I going to regret this?” Words came out in a whisper. Enough to be heard but not enough to hide myself from him. I could never.
“Not if you want to.”
And there it was. In that moment, I was fucked.
I pulled him by his shirt to bring my lips closer to his, first just brushing against them, then Jude's hand slid around my hips, pulling me closer as his lips finally moved against mine with a fervor that took my breath away. I responded eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matched his own.
As his kisses traveled from my lips to my neck, the sensation of his warm breath and soft, tantalizing kisses made it hard to think. His lips brushed against my collarbone, moving lower, each kiss sending shivers down my spine, like always.
“I think we should take this to my place, yeah?”
This is so soft I enjoyed reading it so much❤️
- music to his ears
jude bellingham x fem!reader
After what felt like years of being apart from each other, Jude in Madrid whilst you were stuck in England, you both had finally reunited. It felt euphoric finally seeing his pretty face again, your heart beating faster and faster as you see his gorgeous face for what feels like the first time.
You both spent the day in Madrid together. Shopping, walking around parks and taking millions of photos of the gorgeous spanish scenery.
Then, late night came.
The night was quiet, the city outside your window slowly winding down into silence.
Inside the bedroom, Jude lay in bed next to you, his body close but not touching you. He was lost in his thoughts, his mind running through the day's events and the months of anxiety and worry he'd endured.
He looked at you, his coffee brown eyes boring into yours. The only light accentuating his face being the streetlight outside that managed to slip past the gap of the curtain. The light did not only accentuate his beautiful features, it also shone against his toned, muscular figure. His beautiful tan skin on show for you. You run your hand down his defined body, the smoothness of his skin making your head spin. He looked at you with a small smile, an endearing look on his face which you reciprocated.
“I love you.” you say tenderly.
“I love you more, sweetheart.” he says, before sighing contently, almost like a stifled moan as your hands meet his lower stomach.
“Hands feel nice on my tummy…” he sighs.
“Yeah?” you giggle.
“Yeah…”
His gaze intensifies on you, making your stomach flip. “Wanna feel you.” Jude whimpers as he props you up against the headboard, spreading your legs to sit in between them. “Please let me feel you, love!” he looks up to you, hand toying with your shirt-covered chest. You breathlessly chuckle, running your hands through his tight curls, “Wanna feel me, hm?” you coyly inquire. “Yeah…” he whimpers once more, making you bite your lip at the sweet sound. He looks up at you with sweet doe eyes, making your heart melt,“Haven’t made love to you in sooooo long. I miss you…”
“Alright then, you can feel me, Jude.”
Propped on all fours, he made sure his body was pressed against yours to ensure you were comfortable. He held you up mostly, meaning if you wanted to rest he would still make you feel good. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, nibbling in your neck softly as he moaned. Oh, the angelic sound of when his body found love and pleasure, it made you feel like you’d had a sample of heaven.
His moans filled the air, soft and shaky, like a desperate plea for release. The sound of his voice, the way he moved against you, it all sent waves of pleasure and need rushing through your body. He held you close, his body pressed against yours, his movements strong and sure, as if he was trying to fill the void that had been created during the months of separation. “I love you!” you moan softly, the back of your head falling onto his shoulder.
He felt your words against his skin, the soft sound of your voice making his heart skip a beat. He held you even closer, his arms wrapping tightly around you, as if he was afraid of letting you go. "I love you too, so much, love...so damn much." He whispered the words against your ear, his voice thick with emotion and aching need.
He thrusted softly, as if if he went deeper, harder, faster, he would hurt you.
His head was buried into the crook of your neck as you both moaned softly, and he had to lift your head softly from the pillow, his hand sliding against the soft skin of your face in order to hear your rhythmic, soft moans.
Music to his ears.
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.
࿐ ˚ . ✦ PROVE IT. jude bellingham
summary. a night out, gone lewd
cw. slightly toxic relationship, implied infidelity, cursing, alcohol consumption, nsfw [!!!]
wc. 1682
most relationships, or at least the ones we see today, always have that overprotective boyfriend and free-spirited girlfriend dynamic.
as much as you hated it, you were the jealous, possessive one in the relationship. always ordering him around, issuing the ‘don’t do that"s and the ‘why are you looking at her like that?"s.
at one point in the relationship, the roles were reversed. he’d always be the one kissing up on you in public, clinging his arms tightly around your waist to let the men in the room know you were his, and only his. it’s crazy how times have changed now, huh?
“i’m gonna go grab a drink. you care for one?” he ducked, hovering over your ear, before taking a last sip from his bottle.
you nodded your head. “i’m fine for now, thanks,” you replied, quickly adjusting the collar of his top. he nodded, and with that, he drifted towards the bar. you glanced off at him during his departure before scanning the rest of the club, filled with young people dancing to bouncy music.
to be honest, clubbing wasn’t your thing. maybe with the right group of people, it wouldn’t be that bad, but you're stranded for now. introverted you thought it was a somewhat-good idea to sway to the beat of the music while scrolling through instagram to not seem awkward. contrary to your plan, it did. and now, you were in the corner of the nightclub, pulling down your tiny cocktail dress that’d been riding up your thighs to some corny pop song. better than being stuck at home, right?
your eyes strayed from your bright phone screen for a second to check up on your boyfriend, just to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble. and funny enough, you saw just that: his smiling, tall figure leaned up against the bar, giggling next to some short, dark-haired girl. your mouth dropped. you didn’t even want to hear the end of it.
in a fit of rage, you marched toward the entrance of the place, uber already pulled up on your phone. nothing else crossed your mind. just the image of him next to her. some skanky girl in a tacky, sequined dress. even thinking about it makes your fists ball up. to add to that, you looked ridiculous pacing the sidewalk bordering the club, getting glances from passersby as you waited for your uber, which at this point was a few minutes away.
your phone immediately buzzed after you found the location of your driver.
where are you?
i can’t find you
seen 2m ago
y/n?
i left
find your own way home
seen just now
thankfully, your uber had pulled up just in time. pulling the handle of the black sedan, you were ready to plunk down in the back seat and just sob.
“y/n?!” the club door scraped the pavement, a wave of loud music following a breeze of air hitting your skin. fuck. maybe if you just got in quick enough—
“where are you going?” he was quick to shout from behind you, his warm hand stationed upon yours on the car’s handle.
“home,” you replied, turning your head to face him from behind you. “i’m going home. just have fun by yourself, alright?”
he shook his head, scoffing. “are you serious?”
considering him looking so taken aback compared to your aloof face—it’s almost laughable knowing that he was just cozying up with another woman back at the bar. did he seriously think you didn’t know? like you didn’t just see that flirty interaction between the two?
you huff out a laugh. “jude, you’re seriously so funny,” you mocked, squinting up at the puzzled individual.
“what are you talking about? what the fuck’s gotten into you?” he spat.
“i’m sure the girl at the bar would keep you company ‘til you come home, yeah?” you click your tongue, a satirical smile spreading through your lips, before lowering your head into the back seat of the car.
but he had different plans.
you could almost feel your blood start to boil as his legs crept next to yours in the car as well.
you scoffed, throwing your head back. “what the fuck are you do—-”
“you can start driving now, sir,” he interrupted you mid-sentence, and contradicting the way he’d just been speaking to you just a minute ago, he kindly instructs your driver. you could almost feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head to his sudden change in mood.
and, bizarrely enough, he’s silent for the ride. his eyes glared at the road. the only sound was that of the car wheels on the street, the driver not daring to ask any questions.
“have a good night, mister,” you said to the guy behind the wheel as you shut the car door behind you. jude, who’d already been at the front door of your shared home, was tapping the keypad, eager to come home once and for all.
your heels tapped the pavement of your driveway. his cold gaze locked on you while he held the door open for your entry inside. you, on the other hand, are not daring to speak a word. yet, you couldn’t ignore the adrenaline rush happening inside of you. jude wasn’t the type to go to bed angry, even if it meant handling things in a different way.
“so what is it with you?” he inquired, his voice softer, less hostile than before. “you just think leaving without saying anything would solve anything?”
you jumped a bit, not expecting to exchange words—not at least in the foyer. slowly, you turned around to meet his seething eyes. his hands still grasp the door handle, and he’s anticipating an answer from you.
“i could ask you the same thing, jude,” you stared. “what were you doing with her? hm?”
in an instant, he shook his head, biting his lip to stifle his laugh.
“y/n, did you forget who i am? that i have a public career, and maybe she was just a fan?” all of a sudden, it just hit you. you could just annihilate yourself from the shame you held upon him tonight, but it was in the heat of the moment, and you gave yourself no time to think. and, god, you looked so dumb just accusing him of something so distasteful and unlike him.
“you think i’d just throw away our relationship for some girl at a club? no. i wouldn’t, y/n,” he added. “you’re mine, and only mine. understand?”
your eyes skimmed the floor, before meeting his dark brown irises. “then prove it.”
at once, his cold eyes turned ravenous.
“you don’t even know what you got yourself into,” he chuckled as he approached your figure. quickly, he locked his hand into your hair and pressed his lips against yours. he didn’t hold back on ambushing your lips. there was still liquor on his tongue, which you could still taste. his arm intertwined around your waist as you began heading upstairs, groans escaping his mouth as you two struggled to find your bedroom.
your back was pressed up against the cold doorframe of your shared room, and he, taking advantage of your state, sought to lace his arms under your thighs. you took notice of the queue and jumped onto them, making it easier for him to spill your body onto the edge of your bed once he’d opened the door. you found yourself giggling once he did, especially with your dress threatening to expose the risque areas of your body. his hands locked your wrists in place, and now you were just docile under his spell.
his kisses moved from your lips to your neck, leaving hickeys all over. his saliva around each bruise. you were a moaning mess, with his pace almost giving you whiplash.
his fingers traced your waist, unzipping your dress’s zipper from the sides and finding its way to the wooden floors once it was off. he’s heaving as he’s doing so, almost like a predator finally getting its prey. you hissed once his hands fondled your now exposed breasts, with no warning, whatsoever.
his eagerness doesn’t halt while he’s pulling off your panties. he gives you a quick, sinful glare as his head dips between your thighs. you propped yourself on your elbows while you anticipated what he’d be doing next.
“you’re so wet already, angel,” he purrs against your dribbling cunt. “such a fuckin’ slut for me.”
his tongue wraps around your pussy, giving you no signal or build-up. your back arches from the sudden contact, which quickly leaves you breathless. his eyes linger on you, watching as you go dumb from being tongue-fucked so hungrily. his arms twined around your thighs, leaving you almost powerless against him while he held you in place.
his tongue ran through your slit while his thumb simultaneously found itself toying with your clit. your moans were so loud and pornographic, and you quickly grew your orgasm.
“fuck, keep going, just like that, baby,” you cried. your hips found themselves grinding against his mouth. you were just growing so impatient, wanting to chase your high so desperately. your hands latched onto the bed sheets to distract yourself before cumming.
his tongue keeps swirling around your clit, your bud puffy and sensitive, while your thighs begin twitching. you could feel tears start to well up in your eyes—you were so close, and he could definitely tell by the way your legs started to tighten and clench around his head.
“jude, i’m gonna cum—” you yelped, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. right then, he pulled away, leaving you absent of your climax.
you gasped, anticipating so heavily to cum, but instead, you were left emptyhanded. you could almost cry then and there.
he coughed up a laugh, almost mocking you. “brats don’t get what they want, at least not without earning it.” he stood up, petting your hair.
“get on your knees.”
an: ntm on my amateur smut writing
࿐ ˚ . ✦ VIRRRRGIN. jude bellingham
summary. just a gf who wants to make her bf feel good.
cw. smut, cursing, virgin!jude, porn w/o plot lol
wc. 716
on the edge of his queen-sized bed, you played with the ends of your hair. your bra strap struggled to stay stuck to your shoulder while you watched a tall jude stare at himself in his full-length mirror. the wrinkles between his eyebrows were made prominent; he was nervous, to say the least, but you found it cute enough to bite your lip and turn them a dark shade of pink.
he had nothing on but a pair of black sweats that comfortably clung to his hips. again, he seemed really timid. though you two had been seeing each other for a while, it didn’t ease the racing thoughts he had in his mind. what if i don’t make her feel good? or what if the condom breaks? jude, oh jude.
you stood up from your position in bed. your bare feet tapped his cold, tiled floors before you stood behind him, arms wrapping around his toned waist.
“baby,” you murmured, a small whine passing your throat. “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. i’m not g’na judge you.”
his spaced-out stare diverted from himself in the mirror to your much shorter figure next to him. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before quickly responding, “n-no, no, let’s do it.”
your lips crept into a smile before you reached for his hand, dragging him to the fresh, white comforter behind you. you fell first before him, and your lips danced on his to set the mood. you wanted his first time to be as comfortable as possible. and, he was already a good kisser, so that’s a plus. your hands crept up to the back of his neck as you two became more immersed in the kiss.
your back hit the cold headboard of his bed. he began pulling off the waistband of his sweats while trying his best not to interrupt the kiss. simultaneously, you began taking off your undergarments, too. the matching lace ones he bought for you on your birthday recently. not too long into the kiss, he pulled away, grabbing the gold wrapper on his nightstand and messily unwrapping the plastic. you watched him in anticipation, and he unraveled the lubed rubber, quickly wrapping it around his length. he dove back to pecker wet kisses on your neck. you moaned, throwing your head back onto the headboard.
once the clear rubber fit correctly, he pulled your legs closer to him, making you question where this sudden burst in confidence came from. you quickly giggled, pondering the thought as he abruptly pressed the tip into you, the contact catching you offguard. “fuck,” you hissed before you quickly felt a stretch in your walls. at first, it’s slow, but he quickly built a pace that was comfortable for him and something that didn’t make you whine. he quickly understood he was doing his job right—a little too good for an amateur. his big, veiny hands gripped your hips, holding them firm. pretty, breathless moans escaped his mouth as he thrust into you. your hands etched his back for support, leaving small claw marks on his tan back. it’s hard to keep your mouth shut with a length like his that keeps you moaning and groaning the entire time.
“f-fuck, you feel so good,” he breathily moaned as he delved toward your ear. like music to your ears. your stomach tied into a knot with his words, whimpering as he praised you. you missed your boyfriend dearly, but now you’ve discovered new ways of it.
he rolled his hips into you, his movements quickening, and you knew he was bound to finish soon. every thrust sent a shiver down your spine, and the air grew thick with anticipation.
“i’m.. gonna, cum,” moans, distancing his every word. “cum with me, princess,” he sighed.
your fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing it in sloppily with his thrusts, triggering your growing orgasm. his moans were muffled against your neck as tension grew.
“mmph, fuck, fuck, fuck” his dick twitched as he moaned and pressed against you a final time, your walls clenching around him as you also chased your high. he quickly fell next to you after cumming, his chest falling up and down, trying to catch his breath.
au. i'm backkkk <3. i missed u guys sm. expect more soon