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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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Word count: too lazy sorry🤞

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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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Campeones - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: reader wants to remain professional as she interviews Jude after he’s just won the Champions League with Real Madrid, but all he wants to do, is kiss her.

Part 2 of ‘Who are you?’ (Read part 1 here)👈🏻. Can be read as a stand alone but I’d suggest reading part one first.

A/n: I’m so proud I could cry. My Jude Bellingham Masterlist <-

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White shirts poured onto the pitch the very moment that final whistle blew.

Cheers erupted all around Wembley stadium as you were escorted by a security guard from the media pen and all the way down to the pitch side within a minute of Real Madrid winning the Champions League.

Following your interview with Jude a month ago, you’d been calling each other almost everyday after he finally gave up texting you on instagram and gave you his number.

You were enamoured with each other, utterly obsessed even, to the point where you’d found yourself well acquainted with his family as whenever you’d be on FaceTime, they quite often would walk into frame and speak to you, especially his little brother, Jobe.

It was only a matter of days before you’d developed romantic feelings for him, and even less for him to like you.

So naturally, the two of you had entered a relationship shortly after Jude had confessed his feelings to you while drunk following the La Liga trophy parade.

Whilst your romantic life was blooming, so was your career.

You’d caught the attention of TNT Sports in the way that you’d handled yourself in the face of criticism and how well you’d come across as a result of the excellence of your questions in the post match interview where you and Jude had met.

They offered you a full-time job there next season, as long as you agreed to do the post-match interviews after the Champions League final.

The moment you’d told Jude about his offer, he was screaming down the phone in excitement over the prospect of you being there for him, so long as Real Madrid beat Bayern Munich in the Semi-finals.

They, of course, did.

So here you are, stood pitch side while you watch your new boyfriend jump around with his teammates after winning his first UCL.

Had you not been working and attempting to save professional face, you would’ve been crying just like Jude is.

“One minute until we are live on air” you hear a sound engineer say in your ear piece, a microphone pack having been attached to you moments ago.

“Copy that” you affirm as you hold two TNT sports labelled microphones in your hands, just waiting for the moment you get the green light to go and interview some players.

Your eyes never leave Jude as you watch him with pride, your team noticing.

“Try to keep it professional, okay? The fans loved the two of you after your last interview but they’d love you more if they got to hear from Jude properly” a man you’d grown familiar with recently jests with you.

You laugh at him and nod your head, “I’ll try”.

“Okay, you can enter the pitch now” you hear in your ear and all of a sudden, journalists flood the pitch just begging for a few seconds with the players in white.

“Who am I aiming for?” You ask your team as the camera man follows you onto the pitch.

“Who do you think?” They chuckle and you know who instantly.

Jude.

Professional. Professional. Professional.

You chant in your head, but it’s not you you’re worried about, it’s him.

The world had found out about the two of you as Jude had posted a picture of his garden on his story a few weeks ago, the only problem? It had the reflection of you cuddled into his side in the glass door.

You walk up to him, not having to walk far as he’d been looking for you the moment that whistle blew.

“Jude, may i get a few words from you?” You ask him, the camera having started rolling as he’d made his way over to you.

“For you, of course” he smiles as you hand him one of the two microphones you had. As you did, you subtly tapped his hand and widened your eyes at him, silently scolding him.

He laughs, of course.

“Jude Bellingham, Champions League winner. How does that feel?” You ask him, choosing simpler questions as it’s clear his head is foggy with emotion.

At your words, his eyes glass over and a new wave of tears fights to fall.

He opens his mouth, closes it again. And repeats that a few times while looking over your head, trying to avoid eye contact.

He’s speechless, that’s all there was to say. But you didn’t want to push him, you wanted to let him take the moment in.

“Y/n” you hear in your ear piece, but you ignore it.

“Sorry” he turns back to you, “I’ve just seen my mum, dad and brother in the crowd and honestly…I can’t describe the feeling. It’s all we’ve ever dreamed of. They’ve done so much for me, sacrificed so much for me. I just hope I’ve made it up to them” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

“I know you have” oops. “Everyone knows you have. You’ve had an incredible debut season with Madrid and made a name for yourself amongst the stars. What does this mean for you?” You recover.

But Jude hasn’t, he’s smirking.

Smirking so wide and obnoxiously at your little slip up that you want to kiss that little grin away. But alas, you can’t.

“Yeah, I mean it’s obviously incredible for my first season, for the team” he says and he can’t hold back his laugh. When he sees your stern gaze, he attempts to get the ball rolling again.

“Sorry, yeah but i can’t wait for next season. Getting back on it and hopefully winning more trophies” he says and you can tell that’s all you’re getting out of him in this moment in time.

“Thank you so much, Jude. Enjoy your celebrations this evening” you say nodding at him and turning away from him after reclaiming the microphone.

The camera man pans to the crowd for a moment and before you can finish scanning the crowd of players and media on the pitch for your next victim, you feel hands gripping your waist.

You squeal, your head whipping over your shoulder to see Jude, that same smirk on his face.

His hands slide across your stomach until he is simply hugging you from behind, you’d normally be grossed out by his sweat but you think you can ignore it just this once.

“Trying to get rid of me that quickly, baby” he says, his voice filled with humour.

“I told you to keep it professional” you said as you turn around in his arms, picking a little piece of grass out of his hair as he admires you adoringly.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy and excited and then seeing you…I just wanted to kiss you the whole time” he says, he looks so sweet and innocent and happy.

Your heart melts at the sight as you smile, letting your hands drift across the expanse of his broad shoulders and up around the back of his neck as his arms remain around your waist.

“So kiss me then” you whisper, and he needs to more encouragement.

His lips are soft and plump in contrast with the passion in which he is kissing you as you hear cheers from his teammates at the two of you.

You both smile and break out of the kiss as Jude raises his middle finger up at Vini, Cama and Tchouameni.

As that was happening however, the camera man had turned back to where he thought you were before he had panned the camera to the crowd, and with that, the camera turned as well…

Right on the two of you embracing in a heated kiss in the middle of the pitch at Wembley stadium.

A fact you become all too aware of when you hear your in-ear piece activate again.

“Whatever happened to professional?” Your team says and before you can even think about replying, Jude has ripped the ear piece out and embraced you in an even deeper kiss.

You just hope you have a job after this, although nothing could make you any happier than how you feel right now, in the arms of the boy you love. A champions league winner.

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.”