Jude Bellingham X Yn - Tumblr Posts

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╰┈➤ JUDE BELLINGHAM

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pairing: jude bellingham x f!reader

warnings: none, repost from my old blog.

word count: 1.9k

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✦ before training

"i don't want to go," jude groaned into the crook of your neck, where his head had been resting for the past ten minutes.

"you have to, baby. you get a fine if you're late, god knows what will happen if you don't show up at all," you run your nails lightly over the back of his neck until he looks up at you.

"but i want to stay here with you forever, you're so warm," he moves down lower on your body, resting his head on your left boob, placing his hand over your right. "and your boobs are very comfy, i don't think i can go a whole day without them."

"you've gone plenty of days without them before, come on now, you really have got to get up," you sit up, prompting jude to roll over onto his side, and continue rolling until he is sitting on the edge of your bed, rubbing his eyes.

you walk over and stand between his legs. your hands come up to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing against his skin gently. leaning down to press a light kiss to his lips, you whisper, "go get dressed, i'll make your breakfast for you, mhm?"

jude looks up at you with sleepy eyes, nodding his head, before he watches you walk out of your room.

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you're placing your breakfast on the table about fifteen minutes later when you feel two strong arms wrap around you from behind, and pull you flush against their chest.

jude rests his head against your shoulder, inhaling your scent, humming, "i'm going to miss you today."

"i know, darling," you turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "but you'll be back before you know it, and then you'll be able to have me for the rest of the day, okay? we can lay in bed and watch as many films as we want, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. breakfast smells great," he takes a seat at the table, moving your plate from where it was sat across from him, to beside him. he ends up eating his breakfast with one hand as his other hand is either wrapped around your shoulders, resting on your thigh, or holding his hand tightly in his.

✦ family gathering

jude was back in england for the first time in a while, so you thought it would be a good idea to invite both of your families around for dinner, as it had seemed like forever since you all got to spend some time together.

you and jude were going to be the ones cooking the meal, and even though he wasn't the best cook in the world, you loved it when he kept you company, and he would try his best to help you.

the two of you were currently in the kitchen, while your parents and your siblings were in the living room. the living room and kitchen were open-plan, so you kept joining in on the conversations they were having, and they could still talk to you.

"could you just pass me that knife? please," you point to the small knife, which you had left on the other side of the worktop.

"yeah, of course," when he brushed past you to grab the knife, his hand grabbed your butt, squeezing it before he handed you the knife.

"jude!" you whisper-yelled at him. "our families are right there, if you do that again, i won't kiss you for the rest of the day."

his bottom lip stuck out in a pout, "sorry, baby," he whispered.

"it's okay," you smiled at him, leaving a small peck on his lips. "could you grab the meat from the fridge, please?"

once he placed the meat on the worktop beside you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his head in the crook of your neck, and placing multiple kisses against the skin just beneath your ear.

"you two are disgusting!" you heard jobe shout over.

"shut up, jobe. you're just jealous," jude placed more kisses on your neck, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. blush crept up your cheeks, but you couldn't help but smile.

"nope, you're just making me feel really sick," jobe said back, and you could hear him making gagging noises in the background.

"leave them alone, jobe," you heard their mum say. "they're just in love, you'll understand too one day."

during the entirety of your cooking dinner, jude clung to you like a baby koala clung to its mother, but, in all honesty, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

✦ movie premiere

you had invited jude to the premiere of your movie a couple of months ago, jude really excited to see you in action.

you were currently running over the schedule for what would happen, as you were in the car, on your way to the venue, where the pair of you would be getting ready. "so, when we get there, i'll have to go down the carpet and take some pictures by myself, and with the other cast members, then i'll be able to take pictures with you. then i'll have to do interviews for about twenty minutes or so, then we'll finally be able to go inside and watch the movie. you excited?"

"yeah, but that sounds absolutely exhausting," jude laughed.

"yeah, it kind of is, but it's not that bad really. you being with me will make it a lot easier," you say flashing a smile at jude, as your driver tells you that you have arrived at your destination. the two of you get out, and once you're inside, you go into your separate rooms with each of your stylists, ready to get all dressed up for the premiere.

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about an hour and a half later, jude was allowed into your room, and you were finally ready. he took one look at you as he walked through the door and stopped in his tracks, his mouth hung open, hooded eyes staring you up and down. you saw him visibly swallow before he was able to say anything to you. "my god, baby. you look fucking amazing."

jude walks over to you, placing his hands on your waist, as he leans down to peck your lips softly, knowing not to mess up your lipstick.

"thank you," you whisper against his lips. "and you look very handsome," you glance down at his suit, fiddling softly with his bowtie as you do.

"are you ready?" your manager is standing by the door. you nod, grabbing jude's hand, following her out of the door, ready to go downstairs to the car, which would take you to the venue of the premiere.

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"you nervous?" you look over at jude, knowing that this situation can be very nerve-racking for someone, especially if they aren't used to the situation.

jude shakes his head no, climbing out of the car, as the door is open for him. he turns back towards the car once he is out, holding his hand out to help you get out of the car without tripping over your dress.

as soon as you step onto the carpet, almost every single camera turns to you, as you stand in front of the advertising boards, posing for the cameras. jude stands back for a while, allowing you to take a few pictures by yourself. but while you are out there smiling for the cameras, jude takes his phone, snapping a few shots for himself, a broad grin on his face as he looks at you in pure admiration, so proud of you.

you were soon beckoning jude over to stand beside you, the boy walking quickly to stand beside you, his hand immediately going to your waist. you pose for a few shots, "i can't get over how beautiful you look," jude leans down to whisper in your ear, placing a kiss under it before he looks back towards the cameras.

you hear the cameras clicking away, capturing the sweet moment between the two of you. you then turn to look at each other, leaning into each other, as you press your lips against his in a kiss that is sure to end up over the entire internet by the morning.

when you had to go for your interviews, jude never left your side. almost every interviewer commented on how you and jude were adorable, jude stood beside you smiling at the interviewer's kind words, his hand never leaving yours during each one.

his hands never left your body when you made it to your seats to watch the movie. either resting on your thigh, or his arm wrapped around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

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the next morning, when you checked your phone, you were inundated with messages and comments about how sweet your relationship with jude was, leaning over in bed to read through the messages that your mum had sent you about how stunning you both looked.

✦ in the stands

jude was unfortunately injured and had to sit on the sidelines for a while until he was fit enough to be back on the pitch with the boys. you weren't completely in a bad mood about jude being injured, though, as it meant that you got to sit in the stands with him, watching the game. it was very rare that you and jude would be at a football match together, so you wanted to capitalise on this moment as much as you could, even if you hated the fact that jude wasn't able to be out there doing what he loved most.

you were currently sitting beside each other, just before the game started, chatting to each other about the fans, which had already created the famous atmosphere that the yellow wall was known all across the world.

when the game kicked off, the both of you were very into it, yelling every time a dortmund player was fouled, and clapping and cheering whenever there was a corner or a throw-in to dortmund.

but when the game slowed down, jude became his usually clingy self. he grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he watched the game intently. even though not much was happening, he just loved knowing that you were by his side, you brought comfort to him, especially since he felt so out of control at the fact that he couldn't go and help his team out.

at half-time, the two of you stayed in your seat, you leaning your head against his shoulder, getting quite tired. jude turned his head so he could place a kiss on your forehead, his arm wrapping around your shoulders bringing you closer to him.

"you okay?" he said in a quiet voice, rubbing his hand up and down your shoulder, as it was getting quite cold out.

"yeah," you said, taking your head off his shoulder and standing up.

"where are you going?" jude stood up with you immediately, grabbing your hand, a furrowed brow etched onto his forehead.

you giggled, "i was just going to go to the bathroom, or am i not allowed to pee?"

"i'll come with you," jude led the way back inside, and brought you to the ladies' bathrooms. "i obviously can't go in, so i'll just wait out here for you."

you grinned up at him, thinking how cute he was for taking such good care of you, and wanting to be around you twenty-four-seven.

later, when the second half had kicked off, dortmund scored a goal in the 67th minute. both you and jude jumped up, cheering for the boys. jude turned to you, pulling you into an embrace, then cupping your face in his hand, peppering kisses all over your face as you giggled.

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSS!!😩

-> never lose me | jude bellingham

jude b. x sister!tatumalexanderarnold!reader

part one | genre: social media au, brief smut 18+

summary: a weekend trip with your brother turns into a petty situation where jude can’t see to let go of an old crush you had on him

“What’s your problem?” You asked and the smile on your face faded with each word. Trent, Jude, and a few others were standing outside the club waiting as you walked down the steps. You had idea the “problem” was you abandoning the section that your brother bought for the night out and instead went to be with Charles Leclerc, your close friend.

“Wha’ your little boyfriend staying behind?” Trent scoffed as you halted on the last step. You crossed your arms in defiance and to cover yourself from salty breeze coming from the ocean.

“Which one?” You countered with a smirk.

“Tatum.” Trent said with no humor at all. For a guy who was drunk and partying an hour ago, he had an absolute foul mood radiating off of him. Trent had the habit of being a brat, which made it difficult for you to also be one, too. He was the brother who had the nuclear secret code to pissing you the hell off.

“Let her stay, she doesn’t have to leave with us.” Iris played Devil’s advocate. She wrapped an arm around Trent’s bicep and drummed her fingers against the muscle. “She’s a big girl.”

You mouthed “Big. Girl.” to emphasize the girl’s statement.

“She’s my baby sister and she’s not staying at a random club in Ibiza.” Trent said. “We’re leaving.”

“This?” You jutted your thumb behind you to the club that was somehow getting livelier as the threat of sunrise came. You gave an exasperated whistle and said, “this is chill compared to Monaco.”

“Let’s go.”

“Let me just…” You began.

“No. Sprinters nearly here.”

“I need the ladies room.” You argued truthfully.

“Hold it.” Trent’s rebuttal earned a snicker from Jude and a small smack from Iris.

“I’ll be back.” You turned on your heel, taking one step up when you heard Iris offer to come with you. Trent shot her proposal down. His reasoning?

“I’m not sendin’ the two of yous in there alone.”

“Not alone if we’ve got each other.” You yelled over your shoulder and took another step. “It’s literally right there, I’m not doing to die.”

“I don’t trust you to come back.”

“You don’t trust anyone Trent.” You exposed his lack of trust without a second thought to how bad it looked for that to be said with his very kind, very cool, girlfriend standing there. You could feel the impending lecture he was going to give you over breakfast.

“You’re not goin’ alone.”

“I’ll go with her bro,” Jude stepped forward and all eyes landed on him. He looked calm and collected despite the fact he had partied for hours on end before stepping out into the night. “It won’t take long.” His eyes flickered towards you and instead of meeting him with a grateful smile, yours fell flat with irritation.

“Hurry up.” Trent said and you skipped your way up the steps, flashed your wristband to security and slid your way into the club.

It was pure ecstasy to step back inside and be met with flush bodies. The fog machine shot out thick, cool smoke from the impossibly tall building and the cheers of the crowd was a welcome relief from the stupid conversation between you and your brother. Mindlessly you reach behind yourself and wiggled your fingers for Jude to grab. Instead of cupping his hand around yours, he felt it better suited to interlock his fingers with yours. You rolled your eyes over the boyish movement but continued pushing through the crowd to the restrooms.

“There’s a line!” Jude bellowed behind you. “This will take forever.”

You ignored him as you sauntered further and further into the building towards a dimly lit hallway. There was a velvet rip blocking the entrance to a private bathroom but without a second glance, you lifted your leg and stepped over the rope. Jude followed suit, glancing behind himself to see if anyone was watching. Despite the blocked off restroom, there was no one actually keeping security outside of it.

You jiggled the door and it didn’t budge. You groaned and stomped your foot, thinking of ways to let your friend know that his club needed to stop locking the only luxury bathrooms. You pulled a bobby pin out of sweated out hair and placed the opening between your teeth.

“We should go to the other one.” Jude said with darting eyes.

“Relax.” You ordered as you bent the bobby pin into a flat piece and jammed it into the doors key lock. It clicked and you sighed, pushing your way in. Jude took a step back to let you have your privacy but you pulled him in and slammed the door shut.

“We cannot leave the bathroom together.” Jude stammered dumbly.

“We won’t.” You pulled on the handle of the marbled sink, allowing the water to block out the noise of you using the restroom. One glance at yourself in the mirror left you impressed by the fact your makeup held up perfectly.

“Turn away.” You ordered with a spin of your finger.

Jude did so with a huff and a cross of his arms, inspecting the gold leafed walls. This placed reeked of new money.

“Why do ya know about this bathroom?” He asked with a hint of judgement.

“I have a few friends who like to go skiing.” You answered and flushed the toilet.

You were pulling your micro skirt over your thong when Jude turned around. You didn’t hesitate for a second although he flushed at sight of your fire red thong contrasting the black skirt. Thankfully, he didn’t see your tipsy stumble or the fact you needed the wall to walk up to the sink.

“Skiing? In Ibiza.” He scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Jude, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” You shook your head in disbelief. It became so clear in that moment just how tiny the bathroom was. You could smell his cologne and the minty gum he was chewing on.

“Whadda mean skiing?” He asked again as you began washing your hands. He stepped behind you and looked at you down at you through the mirror.

“Coke.”

“Oh, oh.” Jude said dumbfounded. He pulled his phone out his pocket after a set of bells and vibrations began to alert him. He declined the call after staring at it for a few moments and then it was your turn to ask.

“Not going to answer your girlfriend?” You asked sarcastically.

The last time you saw Jude was a the Formula 1 Monaco Grand Prix a year ago, but back then he was dating a girl - or two, you weren’t absolutely certain. The rumor mill was small.

What you were certain of was him not giving any thought to you. Jude brushed you off. That wasn’t the first time it happened but you swore it to be the last. You only ran into the same circle when it came to your brother and those few minutes being around him irritated you. It was comical after his disinterred that he was always the first to view your stories and like your posts. You’d even been sent a screenshot from a friend exposing him for liking a post about you and Charles from a floozy gossip account.

It boosted your ego knowing he was finally seeing what he lost. The girl you were last year would have never expected to be glad to turn down Jude Bellingham.

“Nah, not sure which one it is.” He stole your rebuttal with a smirk. You found yourself rolling your eyes once again at the boy.

Through your drunken gaze, you were reminded of why you were attracted to him in the first place.

Jude’s skin was quite literally golden - the kind of color that reminded you of caramel candy and you truly, secretly and desperately, wanted to know if he tasted like it, too. You weren’t the biggest fan of facial hair but on him, it worked. His symmetrical face framed by the baby beard and the long lashes that stared down at you were a killer combination. The first time he actually looked in your eyes and smiled, you could barely speak. It was the most embarrassing thing to have happened in your life. It was totally normal for you to find yourself staring at your brother’s friends but it wasn’t normal to find yourself instantly stuttering if he stared at you too long.

“Hilarious.” You said lamely and a hiccup followed.

God, I’m fucking drunk.

You took a step backwards towards the door but your heel bobbled and he instinctively grabbed your wrist.

“Christ how drunk are you?” He scolded. There was no use to answer the question. Jude tilted his head to look at you, assessing your features. “Are you…are you okay?” His sounded genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine.” You shoved his hand away, which did you no favors. Jude was rooted in his spots and his strength sent you stumbling back against the door.

“Tatum.” His eyes widened at the sound of your head thumping against the heavy door.

“ ‘m good. Swear.” You breathed out. You could feel the common sense fading away. “Just…just get me to the sprinter.”

“You sure….there’s probably paps outside by now.”

“I’m sure. It’ll be fine lead the way.” You ushered him into the hallway and made a prayer with each platform heeled step you took.

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-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

-> Oh snap! 📸 Miss Tatum Alexander Arnold is out and living her best life in ibiza. Sources say she wasn’t alone, she spent her time in a reserved section surrounded by nepo babies, models, and even a few athletes. Though she came in alone, she left with her brother, his girlfriend, and a few friends *cough cough* Jude Bellingham. Now we’re not one to gossip but waking out hand-in-hand with your brother’s teammate is scandalous to say the least. What do we think besties?

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You were content sitting on the marble counter of the rental house with the moonlight lighting the kitchen. With your gooey brownie in one hand, phone in the other and the promise of a long hot shower on your mind, you were at the peak of your night. You couldn’t stifle the laugh at the blog post that “reported” on you being out at the club. You had to give it to them, they worked fast and majority of the time they were accurate.

Your peace was interrupted by the kitchen bright white lights flashing on. You shut your eyes and cursed at whoever turned the lights on.

“Sorry.” Jude mumbled. You opened your eyes to see him walking in shirtless, clad in boxers and rubbing his eye like a little kid coming to tell his mom he was sick. “Drama Queen.” He muttered as he pulled open the fridge.

“That’s mint coming from you.” You chuckled and turned towards him, legs still swinging.

“From me?” Jude grabbed a water and leaned on the counter across from you, his fingers moving up and down on the bottle. You found yourself staring at his fingers - taking in the rhythm, the size of them. You bit you brownie to distract yourself and scattered crumbs on the counter in the process.

“Yeah, you.” You chewed. “They should give you an Oscar for the flopping you do.” You mimicked his habitual movement of throwing his hands in the air, acting as if he’s been hit so hard and leaned backwards to complete his way of performing for a foul.

Jude’s laugh was hearty and genuine, making a small one spread across your own face. His laugh was charming. Dangerous, even.

“So you watch me? That’s what you’re sayin’?” He asked with a bemused expression.

“Nah, not willingly.”

“Ouch, T.” He said with a pained expression and you snapped at him as he responded as if a referee was secretly watching.

“You just proved my point.” You hopped off the counter and you skirt took it’s sweet time settling down. For the second time that night, Jude got a view of your stringy thong with a bit of a shower of your tanned ass. You’d never been so happy with your results of your training.

Jude cleared his throat and when you turned to look at him, he began drinking his water and adverting his eyes from looking at your ass. You rolled your eyes at the lame way of hiding his stare.

“See ya in the mornin’.” You said without turning back around.

“See ya.” He coughed and you knew that it was your microskirt that him choking on his water.

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-> the instagram post

tatumsdiary: from passenger princess to back seat baby 👼🏽

landonorris: 🪩 💃🏽

frienduser1: the bag 🤌🏽

tatumsdiary replied: prada til i die

malefriend: 🔥🔥🔥

randomfan: big T one not the lil one

situationship: 😍

femaletennisplayer: tatum wyd babe

tatumsdiary replied: my best

femaletennisplayer replied: i love you lmao

tatemcrae: giiiiiirl

bestfriend: damn you fine

nbaplayer: that’s how we moving now?

tatumsdiary replied: i think y’all call it traveling in your league or something

nbaplayer replied: don’t piss me off 🤣

loriharvey: gorgeous