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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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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!

📩Request by @androgynousooogggwww

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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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What do y’all think 🤔 I love this so much. Hope you enjoyed loves!!

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haunted apartment.

jude bellingham x reader. angst. in the apartment where he left you and the apartment that was left behind.

Jude never liked the apartment of yours in Madrid, it was too small for his liking; but for you it was safe enough for two. Somewhere in the busy streets of Madrid, you decided to rent your apartment that had enough space for one year lease as you had hit a jackpot on a study exchange aboard in Spain, specifically Madrid.

The apartment was good: one bedroom, a small living room, toilet and kitchen but your favourite part was the small balcony connected to your bedroom. However, Jude hated it, the balcony faced the buzzling streets of Madrid and the dirty gaze of other men that he could not protect you from; but you never listened, you never did.

Around this time last year, Jude was leaping up and down in excitment to meet you in your apartment away from the sudden rushed fame and his playful mother to his soft, and warm girlfriend who would embrace him into home. Now, he stood downstairs staring blankly at the peach coloured wall and stairs that once led to you.

He remembered complaining about the stairs vividly, "I cannot believe I have to do this." He rolled his eyes, lifting your small pink couch up the stairs. You chuckled, shaking your head jokingly at his annoyance. You loved the most about Jude is that there were minor things annoying the shit out of him. Such as these peach coloured stairs and the bright hot summer sun of Madrid did not help from the sweat dripping down his cheek.

"It is just on the second floor, babe." You calmly said, lifting the couch from the bottom. Jude forced a fake smile, turning his eyes into crescent moon. By the tenth complain, Jude had reach your frontdoor and before he could open his mouth and rant again, you shook your keys to distract as you turned the key to open your apartment door.

You winked, slamming the door open wide. "Welcome home, Jude."

"The previous flat owner asked me to give these keys if you ever come back." The security guard shook the keys in front of Jude to get him out from the trance. He nodded, smiling in manner.

Jude never liked the apartment, the ceilings were too low, and the wallpaper were faded into yellow. He, then recalled your eyes twinkled in happiness as it danced around every corner of the room. Jude realized how much you wanted this, to make the apartment yours. So he decided to try to like the apartment for you.

He stood in the middle of the living room.

"Tell me you do not have feelings for her, Jude?" You demanded.

He groaned in anger, "Why are you asking me these questions when I already told you I needed her help about something." He clicked his tongue, absurd at your words, your accusation.

"What kind of fucking help? What kind of help that I could have not given you?" You cried out in frustration. The walls were thin, you realized the first time you argued with Jude. The security guard had banged on your door, with swollen red eyes you opened. Instead of screaming in fits of anger, he just asked you to apologize to the next door.

So you did. Apologized later that night, saying you were just fighting for love that was losing its meaning.

Jude sat in silence as you seeked for answers. You breathed in softly, tears pooling in your eyes. You still have a few weeks to go before flying back to England; you were not risking another apology out of complete embarassment to your next door neighbour that you are really losing everything you came to Madrid for.

Jude had sat down the small couch with his head buried in his palm, you sat on the floor between his legs, pulling his hand away from his face to fit in yours. "Jude, I just want to know if you have feelings for her? If you just tell me that you do not, we can stop fighting. I will stop fighting." You asked, your heart twitching in pain as a woman, your intuition was your best calling but how much you wished in that moment for your intuition to laugh at your face.

You squeezed his hand gently. He opened his mouth before closing again, he replied crushing your whole world down in flame.

"I found myself wanting to go to her with my problems than coming to you." He confessed shutting his eyes in the sudden petrified ache that ran through his body as you losen your grip of his hand. Your hand falling on your lap as you sat in silence, maybe minutes or hours.

Jude found a small box in the table next to your tiny kitchen. With his shaky hands, he took a few photo frames out from the box. You had his graduation photo framed, Jude was not a fan of it.

"Oh my god! You looked adorable, baby." You squealed in the sudden hidden gem found to decorate your living room. It was a small young Jude, showing off his teeth smile but his eyebrows furrowed, he was annoyed in the picture. Jude laughed tackling on your back as he straddled on top of you to cage you. "Do not dare, i swear to god." He threatened but you mischievously shown your tongue, not listening to him at all.

Now, he wonder why he was not a fan of it, he was so happy.

You also had photoframed your picture with Jude in the Bernabéu stadium for the first time. He had a soft smile on his face wiping his finger through the frame, thinking on how nervous you were for him. It was a new chapter Jude was taking further away from you again and every moment was killing you.

You turned bumping your head onto his chest, Jude wrapped his arm around your waist. "I am just nervous. It is really the Real Madrid you dreamt about." You reminded yourself, rather than reminding him about it.

Jude glanced at your lower lip you were biting, your chest somewhat beating rapidly than usual. He let go off your waist to cup your cheek, rubbing his nose against yours. "Thank you for coming here with me, baby." He expressed himself, settling his head on yours. You smiled, "I will always come anywhere with you."

"Do you want a picture together? It is a good day." The photographer offered.

You nodded, fixing your hair away from your face, wrapping your hand around his arm: "Of course."

On the bottom of the box laid all the jerseys Jude left in your apartment, you did not take one token of memory with you back home, nothing about him remained in your luggage as you returned back home. Jude felt a void forming in his chest. The type of ache he had no words for.

The whole apartment was too neat for his liking. It was neater than the room you were welcomed to. Jude hated it, from the minute you entered this apartment, nothing embraced you wholly. Not this fucked up apartment, not your next door neigbours, not your security guard, not even him.

This fucking apartment was the only piece of you for Jude to reminisce in Madrid and he just could not even bring himself to like it enough.

He stood in front of your bedroom door, his eyes staring at the empty bed.

"I really like Madrid." You confessed, head resting onto his naked chest. Jude twitched uncomfortably, removing his arm away from your shoulder.

"That is good, I am glad."

You stared at him, not sure what you have said so wrong to give you a fake smile as he stared at the ceiling, falling into his own abyss. You tapped his shoulder, "I am not saying I will move here right away. I know you really love your team and-" You brushed your hair, collecting your words together as your throat burned in embarrassment; wondering if you were not welcomed by your own person in the whole city to not want you as much as you want him. "I also know we do not know what our future holds but I just like Madrid with you, Jude."

He laid on the bed staring at the dumb glowing stickers you bought from England. It never glowed, you believed wholeheartedly that it will.

Jude chuckled as his tears rolled down on the bedsheets, before he could choke his feelings out in pain. There was a knock in the main door. "Sir, you have to leave soon. Renters are about to come and check the place out. Thank you." The security guard screamed through the door; not wanting to invade the privacy of a superstar.

He laughed in his own misery, he cannot even drown in his own sadness. Jude got up from your bed, exiting the room with the box in his arm. He stood once again in the living room where he left you crying. Jude wondered if England is treating you better than Madrid ever did.

"So you did have feeling for her?" You asked, wanting to hear his answer properly instead Jude does what he does best; beating around the bushes with you.

"Babe, I am just saying it was eaiser to talk to her about football and the stress here." He tried explaining, leaning to grab your hand but you whipped away from his grip.

You chuckled dryly, "If that was the case, I could just fall in love with hundreds of exchange students here but I did not." You said calmly. Enough on the screaming, enough on the wanting to understand his side. Enough.

"I do not just love you, Jude. I respect our relationship but you did not even find a little respect for our relationship in yourself to come clean with me." You pointed onto his chest.

"I never said I have feelings for her." He explained.

"You chose to go to her while I waited hours for you to show up at my fucking door." You stared at him, "I cannot look at you please, just leave."

Jude wondered if he loved you more when you were present in this apartment. Jude wondered if he fought for you harder in this apartment you called home.

"Hey, it's jude . . I don't know if you still use this number. I just- like I wanted to know if you are okay there. It is home right?" Jude said, trying to form words. At that point, he did not even know who he was talking to.

Maybe a stranger or maybe you.

"I know I am late and you probably hate me more than anything or anyone right now. God, I do not know what I am saying to you." He chuckled. Jude was sitting on those peach stairs, voicemailing you.

"That night, I left and I should not have left you. I should have stood there and apologize till sunrise. I should have done more. But, there is nobody I would love more than you. I am sorry, baby . . I am so sorry I should have said I like Madrid with you in it. I like our home with you in it ."

maybe a jude bellingham x curvy/plus-size reader?🥹 never seen any of those

hihi, i am so sorry for being so late. :" i do want to write more for all my curvy readers out there but here is a beginner attempt of mine, thank you so much for your request.

all of me. — jude bellingham.

jude bellingham x curvy/plus-size reader. fluff. peak into a life with lover and love.

Tuesday morning had to be the absolute worst in university. With back-to-back lectures from nine in the morning to six in the evening, you were burning out as you barely had the energy to get out of bed yet your eyes fluttered open at seven, it was as if your body knew your schedule and you still were not used to it.

So, you slept in.

As your head bubbled with guilt, your body cried for help. So you gave in to what your body asked for. To conclude, here you are: in your small single bed that was perfect for one, one being yourself. However, your boyfriend had another plan to occupy your space in the most literal sense, as he laid his head on your chest.

The silence was comforting knowing the person you love the most is within an arm reach. "You really skipped class today." He mumbled against your skin, rather than a question, it was a statement. Almost amusing on how confused Jude was with how long you have been rotting in your bed instead of panicking away to class. "I am proud of you actually." He stated, staring at you, his chin resting on your chest.

You hummed, softly thanking him. Letting out a deep breathe, you gently played with the ends of his hair finding an odd sense of solace within him.

"God, your tits are very soft." He commented, going back to burying on your chest. Your breast has been on the more fuller side and Jude had enjoyed holding every curve that your body embodied with grace, clothes that wrapped around your soft pouch stomach to your thick thighs. Jude was in adoration every moment he got one step closer on knowing you and your bodyline that had various of hidden temple of meaning within.

You finally cracked up, throwing your head back at his random comments. "Yes, like since tits are really pretty much your very own pillow." You smirked. Jude sat on the bed furrowed his eyebrows, jokingly snorted in disbelief. His face in complete confusion, "Uh, more like your tits only."

He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled like a good boy waiting for a small little pat on his head for doing a great job. You laid on your bed grinning ear-to-ear on how lucky you have gotten that even with this overly complicated lifestyle, there is really a boy who would do anything to make you smile brighter, laugh harder and keep your heart warmer.

You sat up on the bed facing Jude, your hand reached both of his warm cheek as you forcefully pulled Jude to lay on top of you. His firm hand held onto your thighs as leverage to not fully fall onto you.

The smile never leaving your face, neither was his. "God, Jude. I love you so much, I hope you know that because I will remind you till the world goes down to hell." You softly mumbled on his lips.

He groaned loudly, hiding his face on the crook of your neck furiously shaking his head. "Are you just saying you will stop saying you love me if the world goes to damnation? Then I better join iro-" You punched his stomach at his absurd way to ruin a moment.

"I love you so much." He whispered against your skin, again.

tell my girlfriend i love her.

jude bellingham x fem!reader. fluff jude has something to say to the public, clearly.

The city of Madrid was crying out loud in white and happiness while you were quietly suffering with your thesis paper, the ultimate killer of your life.

Your heart was already sinking, knowing you were not able to go to the stadium to cheer your boyfriend after his first biggest win of the season but Jude was more understanding than anyone as he kept saying it was alright and it just made your day way worse.

("I am so sorry, I wish I could come but this paper . . it is killing me." You muttered through your phone, as the other line heard you in silence.

Jude sighed, and your heart broke a little. It will be his big day, his club's big day, and you, being his girlfriend, could not attend. Your thoughts lingered toward the trolls on the internet who would be after the status of your relationship.

"It is alright, my love. You will call me after we finish the game, innit? I would just love to hear your voice after we win." Jude softly said, in his voice settled a calmness and a sense of assurance.

You nodded furiously. "I will call you, of course, I will. I love you," You sighed in defeat. "I love you so much." You said it once again, more clearly to hear, more firmly to believe. You could just envision Jude sitting on his bed, biting his lips in slight disappointment with his shoulder completely down like a baby.

"I love you too." He chuckled, trying to make you feel better about the whole situation. "Your boyfriend will make you proud."

"My boyfriend always makes me proud.")

So you decided to take a break from the paper and see the live broadcast of Real Madrid through your large television that Jude gifted claiming to watch him play while you do your little assignment. Switching the television on the news was already covering the win of Real Madrid in the Champions League. After his fresh win with his club, you had already called Jude but it was impossible to pick up since he was happily celebrating with his family and his teammates.

And you did not mind.

His bright smile and the happiness that twinkled through his eyes as he proudly showed off his badge and its accomplishment was warming your heart. Proud was an understatement with Jude, but it was all worth it.

Traveling around Madrid with his teammates on the upper deck of the bus. Your eyes lingered on Jude through the live broadcast as he quietly sipped his cup. You shook your head, laughing since his drunk behavior is quite questionable and now he has decided to show off to the world.

This would be fun, you thought.

"Jude, how do you feel about the win in your first season?" The reporter gently forwarded the mic to Jude who had a red cup holding on his hand. He laughed, grabbing the mic.

"Being in Real Madrid was already a great pleasure, but winning with the club and for the people who support Real Madrid was another beautiful moment of my life and I do not think I will ever forget. But I," He caught a breather for a moment, "I honestly do not know but like, I miss my girlfriend." He rambled through his words. You laughed on your couch, confused and slightly nervous about his behavior. "So I do not know, maybe I am happy but I am sad too." He confessed at the end.

With all the fixed pieces of your heart, it broke piece by piece with his confession at the end.

The reporter took the mic from Jude, but he frantically grabbed it back as if he still had something to say. Clearing his throat, he waved the cameraman to come closer, "Please come here. No, please stay back. No need. I have a mic. Please stay back. I need to look presentable." He laughed.

You mentally note to never let his lips touch any form of alcohol whatsoever. Well, his mother will do the part too. "Can you please tell my girlfriend I love her? Oh wait, I have a mic." Jude whispered to the reporter whilst still holding the mic.

You cupped your mouth, not wanting to laugh at him. Your heart clenched out in adoration at the boy standing in front of a sports broadcast confessing out loud that he simply misses his girlfriend.

"Jude, I think you told her that just now." The reporter laughed. The camera shook in a degree noticing that the cameraman was laughing alongside. The heat crept through your neck but your eyes could not leave him, and his expression for the whole nation to see, he furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"No, I need to tell her properly again." Jude expressed his words through his pouted lips and his eyes darted at the camera.

"We won, baby. I love you, I love you so much, I will call you after this, I promise and I will fly to you and my heart will still be yours." Jude smiled, staring at the camera with his eyes still sad, yet his smile gave enough of how much he simply wanted to be with you right now.

"I love you too." You whispered softly . . for nobody to hear but most likely the ghost, yet it was enough to know he is coming home to you.

can you plz do suby!jude x reader when he is injured and horny:/

nsfw, jude bellingham

♡⸝⸝ jude's arm had been in a cast for a good week now, meaning he hadn't been able to touch you or himself, and it was tortuous. he could use his nondominant hand, but you had told him to rest and relax, too much movement might get him in the hospital again.

but one night he just couldn't take it anymore. he could swear you were wearing less and less clothing every day, and he just needed to get off. so, he came to you, his cock already rock hard and leaking, a wet patch forming at the front of his boxers.

without a word he smashed his lips onto yours, pushing you until the back of your knees hit the couch and you sat down, jude taking his spot next to you. his healthy hand came up to gently hold your head in place, his voice soft as he spoke against your lips, "need you so bad, please"

and how could you say no when he was asking so nicely. you let your hand stray down to his hard on, smiling against the skin of his jaw where you had been trailing kisses when you felt just how wet he was. a whimper escaped his throat as he gently humped your palm, "already so hard and wet for me. such a good boy, baby. coming to me hard and ready"

he frantically nodded, his hips moving faster against your palm, making you tsk as you pulled it away, muttering a quiet "lay down, baby". and once he was laying down with you between his thighs, you started mouthing at his cock over the fabric of his boxers.

"please- shit- please, no more teasing. please" the moans leaving his throat were unchecked as he begged for you to just take him into the heat of your mouth.

you pulled his cock out, not even bothering to strip him of his clothing, before letting your mouth find his tip. you sucked vigorously on it, tearing him between the pleasure and sharp pain of being simulated so directly. you let yourself sink down to the base of his cock, allowing yourself to gag on it, knowing how much he liked the feeling of your throat constricting around him.

and you were right because he was cumming right away, shooting his load down your throat and whining loudly, his thighs trembling violently next to your head. you pulled up so his tip was left in your mouth and sucked, letting your tongue run all over it, overstimulating him. he started whimpering, his voice high as he told you just how much it hurt, tears rimming his pretty eyes, but he wasn't the one to run the show here.

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.

─── CLINGY

╰┈➤ 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.

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.”

-> family matters | jude bellingham

requested | jude b. x gf!reader

genre: fluff, social media au

summary: you join jude’s family to watch his little brother play and seem to catch media attention about who you could possibly be

the match came down to penalties and jobe had all of you on the edge of your seats. when it was his time to get on the line, jude clasped his hand in yours, bringing it up to his mouth as he whispered prayers and affirmations even though he knew his brother possessed the power to win. you raised you hand and crossed your fingers while you watched jobe begin approach the ball. just as he kicked, you squeezed your eyes shut until the roar of the crowd hit your ears and you opened them to cheer.

was the screaming dramatic? absolutely.

were you so proud of jobe that you and jude both began to jump out of pure excitement like little kids? yes

and did you use your fingers to whistle loudly also, yes.

you leaned on the balcony and yelled your praises down to jobe who sent a heart up to you all, which you met with a bow of your head and hands. jude joined in an his parents belly laughed at your dramatic celebrations.

commentators:

“as we can see, a very happy bellingham family after jobe’s goal.”

“jobe! making a name for hisself, here, in sunderland.”

“there’s nothing quite like brotherly love, i mean just look at the joy in all of their faces as he scored.”

it wasn’t until later that you saw the clip of the cameras catching your celebrations. it showed all of you jumping in slow motion as the ball hit the net, then it cut away from the replay and showed live footage of the four of you giving one another high fives. you and denise were giddy with adrenaline and she gave you a two handed high five above your head before sitting back down.

as the match ended, the four of you took to finding jobe. jude’s hand never left yours as you walked through the crowd of other people in suites who were also going to the pitch. he waved to people who called out to him but his focus was finding his little brother who won man of the match. jude was beaming and so excited to see jobe.

when jobe appeared, jude rushed to meeting him and immediately crushed him in a hug and kissed his temple. you pulled out your phone to record the adorable moment with an adoring smile on your face. family was so important to you and as you dated jude, you had the pleasure of becoming apart of their family. denise and mark loved you like a daughter and jobe was the little brother that you always wanted. jude always said that jobe could do no wrong in your eyes and no matter how much you denied that, it was the truth. there were many moments that jobe would answer your call instead of jude’s or he would call you instead of jude. it made jude a little jealous but it made him happier than anything to see you being accepted in his family.

you kept recording as their parents joined in the hug and held on another tightly. other photographers came to capture the sweet moment. there wasn’t a significance to the game other than all four of you finally being able to support jobe, all together for the first time. you teasingly told jobe if he didn’t score a goal that it was going to break your heart.

“i told you i was gonna score one!” jobe broke away from the hug, reaching out to do your handshake that you created. his smile was wide and your were giggling as you snapped your fingers at the end. jobe went to pull you in for a hug but you protested at him being sweated.

“let me get a picture of you and jude, c’mon.” you shooed him closer to his brother. you were constantly taking photos of the boys. not for your own benefit but to share with denise and she stood to the side, beaming at you and your excitement of being able to capture them together. the two embraced one another and then motioned for you to join them.

“babe, c’mon.” jude stepped to the side to create a gap for you to fill. you handed your phone to denise who was already reaching for it. you stood between and jobe told you to cross your arms over your chest and you all did, sending a very serious expression to the camera. there was never a serious moment between the three of you.

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bellinghamupdates: need yall to do what yall do best and find out WHO this is omg???

fanxfan: she’s gorgeous i can’t

fanuser: her and the boys after the match, im crying

fanxfan replied: even denise!!! our queen who rarely smiles was CHEESING

jobebfan: but wait is she dating jobe or???

fanuser: ^^^ that part

randomfan: she’s a professional tennis player, y/n y/l/

randomfan: she’s an “up and coming” tennis player. she doesn’t get enough credit

judebfan: definitely think it’s jobe look at how she’s looking at him in this photo

judebfan: i get her fr

fanuser: this is the sweetest photo i’ve ever seen

bellinghamupdates replied: 100%

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y/n.official: don’t mind me, just droppin my annual photo dump 💐🎞️👫🏽

judebellingham: 🤍

jobebellingham: not a single photo of me…

y/n.official replied: you’re too special you need a post of your own

tennisfan: can’t wait to see you against naomi this month

tennisfan2: this was a crossover i was not expecting

tennisfriend: did you buy a house?!

y/n.official replied: 🤭 yes!! 

bellinghamupdates: i love her already

bellinghamupdates: stunning!!!

bestfriend: 🥺 my heart

y/n.official replied: we miss you 😭

maletennisplayer: hey jude

y/n.official replied: you been waiting to use that

maletennisplayer replied: for waaaaay too long

-> never lose me | jude bellingham | gossip & posts

requested | jude b. x alexander-arnold!fem!reader

genre: tabloids & social media posts about tatum

authors note: this is a prelude to a requested fic

summary: the last time jude saw you was at the monaco f1 grand prix nearly a year ago. you left to study abroad but now that you’re back for summer break looking like a whole new woman, jude is infatuated by your presence and your possible relationship with charles leclerc, one of the most famous formula one driver.

-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

“Sometimes you gotta pop out and show 🫢” Tatum Alexander Arnold spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. Sources say she was in the Ferrari garage while her big brother, Trent, was at Alpine - which he has ownership in. Tatum has been keeping it lowkey these days but…it’s 7pm Friday it’s 95 degrees! We need to see her pop off!

“Is your sister dating someone?” Jude asked Trent. Jude was shamelessly trying to find out what you’ve been up to. Last time he saw you, he realized that you were into him and even though he was kind of dating someone, he liked you too.

“I dunno. Haven’t talked to her in a while.” Trent shrugged and took a few seconds to think over that very specific question from his friend. The two of them were sitting outside after a long day of media obligations for the Euros. Jude was quiet up until that question. Trent was thoroughly enjoying his peace but he couldn’t help but notice that Jude’s face was so close to his phone as if he was studying whatever was on the screen.

“I thought she’s in school.” Jude played nonchalant even though he absolutely cared.

“She is but why do you ask?” Trent narrowed his eyes at the younger man. Jude placed his phone on the table and slid it over to his best friend to have a look at what was being reported.

Spotted👀

Tatum Alexander Arnold is in the streets y’all! Little miss lowkey has been spotted by fans leaving dinner with Formula One driver, Charles Leclerc. If you don’t know, he drives for Scuderia Ferrari and recently signed a multi million contract for another two years with the most iconic team in the racing world. Tatum is in college studying Art History and apparently Tatum spent three months in Monaco working and interning at a local museum where Charles lives during the off season. Do we have a new WAG coming this season? Let us know in the comments below.

“She’s not really a dating kind of girl,” Trent shrugged and slid the phone back over to Jude. Jude’s eyes scanned the photos once more and then locked his phone.

“Is she going to be on holiday with us?” Jude asked.

“Yeahhhh…” Trent strung the answer out and waited for Jude to elaborate on his questions but didn’t, so Trent let it go.

Jude didn’t let it go. He stayed up all night, scouring your instagram trying to find out who and what you were doing. Now that you didn’t want him, he wanted you. He remembered that kiss the two of you shared on the last holiday when you two were drunk on a balcony while the rest of the house, including the girl he brought with him, were fast asleep. After that kiss, you went radio silent. He couldn’t help but be intrigued by your certain reappearance on social media. When you left to study abroad it seemed like you left the old you behind because as Jude studied your Instagram, it was clear that you were not the same girl from before. You were a woman.

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-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

liked by judebellingham and 346,700 others

tatumsdiary: made memories and love in monaco

bestfriend: see how you didn't take those girls men? very mindful very respectful & demure

friend: need you at every grand prix for the rest of the season pls pls pls

charlesleclerc:🌹

lewishamiltongf: this dress this bag i adore it

liverpoolwagl: 🔛🔝

liverpoolwag2: how are you even prettier than the last time i saw you?

footballplayer: 🥵

tatumfan: tatum girl are gou in your social media era??? we’ve been starved

tatums: pushing that charles agenda mhm mhm

tatums: i used to pray for times like this to shine like this

liked by joeburrow and 332,000 others

tatumsdiary: what did raye say about being 22 in paris?

guyfriend: i've always wanted to be a stay at home husband

friend: something about tits i think

tatumsdiary replied: only thing i heard was Prada

guyfriend: wife

footballer: smh folks can't even say hi anymore

tatumsdiary replied: hi papi

trentxfan: you might just be my favorite person i fear

fanuser: this family don't miss, we cannot beat these mfs

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-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

liked by charlesleclerc and 259,500 others

tatumsdiary: spread the word! tell a friend to tell a friend

guyfriend: stop trying to make matcha happened

friend: most fun weekend in NYC i love you

footballer: 😍

nflguy: best pizza in the city

tatumsdiary replied: it actually was but i can’t give you too much credit

charlesleclerc: ☹️ shame

tatumsdiary replied: i’ll do better maybe possibly idk

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-> the gossip

Spotted 👀

Looks like Charles had a travel companion while he was in Vegas. Who do with think it is? Could it be the one and only, Little Miss Lowkey, Tatum Alexander Arnold? You know what they say: What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - but wdgaf about that. We wanna know what’s these two are up to. Couple of the Year, hand it to them IMMEDIATELY.

-> the posts by tatum alexander arnold

like by judebellingham charlesleclerc and 345,000 others

tatumsdiary: ask me my favorite color 🧸

bestfriend: mmmmm purple!

tatumfan: this is the crossover we deserve

charlesfan: is this a lil soft launch???

friend1: 🏎️

f1fan: imagine your brother in law being trent alexander arnold 😏

charlesfan2 replied: would kill to be a fly on the wall on thanksgiving

formulaonegirly: oh she’s so cute & totally dating charles

alexalbon: 👎🏽

tatumsdiary replied: ynwa

alexalbon replied: i’d rather walk alone

trentalexanderarnold: ❤️

tatumsdiary replied: proud of you!

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As Jude laid in bed doom-scrolling through your social media and the gossip pages, he couldn’t fight the urge to click on your profile photo that indicated you had posted a story. His finger hovered and then he finally clicked on it and immediately wished he didn’t. It hurt to see you happy. He thought that kiss would keep you close, would keep you chasing him but as he held his finger down on the photo of Charles, that clearly wasn’t the case. If he didn’t let his feelings be known on the upcoming trip, regardless of your relationship status, he would regret it.

What type of boyfriend do you think jude would be?

omg i wanted to write this for so long🥹🥹🥹

Jude is the kind of boyfriend who’s always looking for excuses to be close to you. He loves wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, and planting soft kisses on your neck when you least expect it. He LOVES physical touch.

Jude spoils you in every way he can. The moment you mention liking something, he’s already planning how to surprise you with it. It’s his way of showing that he listens and cares about every little thing that makes you happy.

Jude is the kind of boyfriend who remembers the little things. He’ll surprise you with your favorite snack when you’re having a bad day or put on the playlist you love when you’re driving together.

He loves to tease you and he’s got the best humor. He sends you LOTS of memes everyday and he gets so mad when you don’t watch them🥹🥹

“why didn’t you watch the videos i sent you??”

“Sorry baby i forgot…”

“😡😡😡”

Jude is the kind of boyfriend who’ll stay up late with you, even if he’s tired, just to talk about anything and everything. 

Baby are you sleepy? We can sleep and talk tomorrow”

“No no, baby. Please just talk and i’ll listen”

He would do anything not to fall asleep but he would end up doing it when he is very tired, and that’s so cute…🥹🥹

He doesn’t really know how to cook, but whenever you want to bake something, he’s right there to support you. He’ll grab whatever you need from the fridge and, even if he’s not cooking, he’ll wear the kitchen apron and hat just for you. It’s adorable.🙏🏻🥹

He loves giving you flowers and takes genuine joy in taking care of them. You can imagine how excited he gets when it’s time to water them, making sure they’re okay🌱

Jude is the kind of boyfriend who only gets jealous when it truly matters. He’s not the type to control what you wear or dictate your choices but when he sees someone else catching your attention, he’ll quietly slip his hand into yours, pulling you closer as if to remind you that you’re his. 

I'm proud of you - Jude Bellingham

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

The referee blows the final whistle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

——

-> 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?

——

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.

——

-> 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

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

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.