𝑀𝒜𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒪𝒩/𝑀𝒜𝒟𝒟𝐼𝐸 .ᐟ🪽 she/her. minor. bisexual. taiwanese-american. irl angel. football & soccer fan. adores jude bellingham (if you couldn’t already tell). michael olise enthusiast. #addicted2music. always reading— books, fanfiction, headcanons, you name it .ᐟ silver jewelry and headphones on.
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― ꒰ contents ꒱ doing the "do you wish you were taller?" trend with bf!jude and bf!jobe.
JUDE BELLINGHAM― Jude knew he was tall, and he was very aware of the height difference between the two of you. So when you asked that question, he was, to say the least, completely flabbergasted.
"Baby, do you wish you were taller?" you asked as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Excuse me?" He looked up from his phone.
"Do you wish you were taller?" you repeated. "Baby, I am tall," he said with a laugh. "You could be taller, though," you said innocently.
He was offended. Like, genuinely offended.
"I am tall," he deadpanned. "Much taller than you. Like, extremely, ridiculously much taller than you."
"Oh, baby, it's okay if you're not as tall," you pouted, reaching for the back of his neck and slowly caressing it, fighting the urge to laugh.
"I AM TALL!"
By this point, you couldn't hold it in anymore. You covered your mouth and burst into laughter, tears gathering in your eyes as Jude just stared at you in complete disbelief.
"Unbelievable." He shook his head. "I fell for it again."
You always do," you teased. "And you always will."
"For the record, I am tall."
"I know, Jude."
"But I am tall."
"WE GET IT!"
JOBE BELLINGHAM― Something Jobe was proud of was his height. He enjoyed being taller than his older brother, even if he'd never admit it—not nearly as much as he enjoyed being taller than you.
He loved the way your body nearly disappeared whenever he hugged you. He loved being able to rest his chin comfortably on top of your head or use you as his personal armrest just to tease you. And, of course, he loved the way your smaller frame looked under him while he pounded into you.
So, of course, when you came across the "Do you wish you were taller?" trend, you just had to try it on your boyfriend.
He was currently lying on top of you, his head snuggled against your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. A small smile tugged at your lips before you made your move.
"Do you wish you were taller?" you asked, continuing to stroke and gently scratch his head.
"Are you serious right now?" He looked up at you, suspicion written all over his face.
"Why would I ask if I wasn't serious?" You asked, trying to keep your composure. "Babe, I'm 1.91 meters," he laughed. "You're the one whose height is equivalent to five Subway sandwiches."
"So? You could be taller," you replied as if it were obvious.
His jaw dropped.
"Nah, mate, you're messing with me."
"Am I, though?" You raised a brow, fighting back a grin.
"You're laughing." He shifted his weight onto his arms, looking down at you. "Why are you laughing? You're messing with me! Fuck!"
You threw your head back, laughing, which only made him groan.
reader doing the “calling my boyfriend my husband“ prank on jude
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdxL17D8/
(example vid and basically how I imagined the whole thing)
can just picture jude giggling to himself at this for real🐰🐰
◟﹒ʚɞ warnings: none! established relationship; sweetbf!jude cheesin and affectionate; ig implied sex??? ♡
“hello?” you answered convincingly, holding the phone up to your ear whilst jude sat beside you in the driver’s seat, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly. “yes, this is shake shack?”
“i’d like to put in an order for pickup — yeah, two shakeburgers with fries,” you cover the mic with your hand then, turning your head to talk with your boyfriend. “do you want cheesy fries or normal fries, babe?”
“normal — you know i don’t like cheese, love.” jude answered, your lip curling into a smile as you laugh softly. “i know but still, i wanted to ask; just in case.”
“and you want no pickles in your burger; and a chocolate shake with it too, right?” “mhm.” he nods, going back to scroll on his phone as you went back to your call.
“hello?” you speak, twirling your finger around a strand of your hair. “yeah so my husband and i would like to have a shake burger meal for the both of us — but with one of the meals, could you remove the pickles and make the fries normal and with the other, add more cherry peppers and make the fries cheesy?”
you could just about hear jude adjusting in his seat — catching him from the corner of your eye the way he stared at the side of your head, his eyes twinkling with something that looked a lot like mischief as his lips threatened to tug into a smile.
“any drinks? yeah one chocolate shake and then a fanta. and then for sauces — we’ll just have some ketchup and bbq sauce.”
you felt jude’s hand interlink with yours then, his smile still written across his face as you continued with the fake call. “oh okay, that’s fine — do you know what time it’ll be ready? so that my husband can go and pick it up?”
my husband. two simple words jude didn’t think could make him feel the way that he did — a sense of pride washing over him as his smile widened, practically cheesing in his spot in the driver’s seat.
“yeah, i can give you his name.” you nod, resisting the urge to laugh again when you felt him plant featherlight kisses across your shoulder and bringing your hand that were still interlocked with his up to his lips, ghosting across the sensitive skin. “yeah so his first name is jude — and then his last is bellingham.”
“..yes, he’s the footballer.” that made you smile, nodding as your boyfriend continued to plant kisses across the back of your hand and arm, the feeling of his smile against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “and it’ll be ready in 5-10 minutes?”
“yeah, that’s fine — alright thank you, have a nice day!”
“okay babe, i’ve set the order now,” you say once placing your phone back across your lap, turning your head to find jude still smiling hugely — in which you couldn’t help but smile back.
“so.” he acknowledges finally after a few moments of silence, his hand reaching to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m your husband now?”
you bite down on your tongue as a laugh threatened itself out. “babe, what are you talking about?” “nuh uh baby — you know exactly what i’m talking about.”
“you said i’m your husband to the clerk on the phone.” “yeah and?” you shrug casually but the sparkle in your eyes was evident from the way jude’s smile was practically blinding. “i mean, it’s basically true — it’s just not in writing.”
“mhm.” he hums before stealing your lips for a searing kiss, the feeling of his smile against yours making you laugh softly. “judeee..”
“i liked that.” jude confesses, cupping your hand against your cheek, pulling away to plant another kiss against the side of your lips. “when you called me your husband.” another kiss, this time across the curve of your neck. “makes us feel more real — like you’re putting it out in the future for us.”
“mm,” you mumble lowly, taking great joy at your boyfriend before you pushed him subtly, his chin resting against your shoulder. “yeah well, i’ll make it a habit to call you that more often, husband.”
“fuck love..” jude groans into your neck again, electric shocks of pleasure spiking down your spine before it was immediately replaced by the feeling of the car roaring to life.
“we getting the burgers now?” you asked innocently, catching the mischievous glint that shone in your boyfriend’s big, brown eyes before he scoffs out a soft laugh.
“we’ll get the burgers.” he leans over to plant another kiss to your temple before grazing his lips against the shell of your ear, making your breath hitch. “and then once we’re home, i’m gonna make you feel exactly how my future wife should feel.”
warnings ,, none! slightly suggestive towards the beginning and the end, implied sex 🧁♡ ྀི. pretty much a sequel to my last drabble (link here to read!) (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) dramaticboyfriend!jude making his reappearance with his expressive faces (ᵕ⚈₋₍⚈")∘ ∘ ∘ usage of pet names (baby, babe, love).
mina’s corner ,, this is also based of a request i got in my dms from dolliciousbaby — heavily inspired by this tiktok trend!! hope you enjoy this one my angels && trust i am getting through everyone’s requests soon ♡
“jude!” you call out from the living room, your boyfriend immediately heading over at the call of his name before greeting you instinctively with a single kiss across your cheek.
“you alright, love?” “no yeah, everything’s fine.” you nod before holding up your phone. “i was just gonna ask you if you wanted to film something with me!”
“film something.” jude repeats, his lips pursing into a thin line as he stares at you intently. “yeah! i wanna do a get ready with me video to post on my tiktok.”
“and this isn’t some elaborate scheme to prank me or anything like last time?” you roll your eyes at the reminder, shaking your head at jude as you plant your hands across your hips. “obviously not! you know i don’t do the same pranks on you twice. that’s just sad.”
“hm.” jude hums, his eyes narrowing at you as silent moments passed before sighing softly. “then sure, why not?”
you let out an excited squeal then, throwing your arms around jude and planting multiple kisses across his jaw, making him laugh. “eek yes! thank you baby!”
“you’re welcome, love.” he returns before you both head over for the couch, where you’d already gotten everything ready for the video ── all you needed was to set up the camera and stand to start.
“you can just sit here and look pretty.” you instructed softly, leading jude to sitting beside so that he was in frame of the camera, earning a smirk from him as his gaze fixed on yours. “oh, you think i’m pretty?”
“you know i always think you’re pretty.” “mm..” another soft hum from jude before he hooked his arms around the back of your exposed thighs, earning a gasp from you as he reeled you onto his lap to straddle with a teasing smile.
his hands cups against your cheek then before pulling your lips onto his ── swallowing whatever words would come out of you next as your hands rested over his shoulders, steadying yourself.
you feel his hands travel to rest over the curve of your ass, earning yet another gasp from you when you felt him squeezing it gently.
“jude!” you scold at him, slapping across his chest softly once you’d pulled away from him, a low laugh escaping his throat as he just looked at you innocently with those big, brown eyes of his.
“c’mon — like you can even blame me when you look like this in front of me.” “you’re such a freak.” you roll your eyes playfully at him, climbing off from his lap to set up your phone across the its stand sitting ahead.
“okay then!” you clap your hands together, holding up your toiletries bag to the camera with a huge smile as the countdown to the video concluded finally.
“hi guys!” you wave to the camera, lifting up the bag to the camera’s frame again. “so i wanted to do something a little different today — and so i decided to do like a get ready with me whilst in my living room since i’m basically ready — call it a change of scenery.”
“and obviously, i’m not aloneee!” you tug at jude’s arm then, pulling into the frame more as he waved into the camera with an easy smile. “hello. i’ve been taken captive again.”
“excuse you!” you gasp dramatically, earning a snicker from him as you dropped your bag across the glass coffee table, dragging the zipper to open.
“anyways, i’m not doing much since my outfit and makeup’s done already — i’m just doing something different with my hair now.” you explained, pulling out your hair oil to massage into your scalp whilst just scrolled on his phone absentmindedly, stealing a few glances over every now and then. “but basically, i’m going out with the girls later today for some food cause it’s been so long!”
“jude said i would take like 5 hours to get ready like i always do, which i think is really rude.” “love, you know it’s true.” he defends from his spot, his eyes still on his phone screen before fixing his gaze onto you. “taking up near the whole day just to exfoliate.”
“ignore him guys — he just doesn’t understand that perfection takes time.” you shot back, jude just rolling his eyes at you and letting out a slow laugh before going back to scroll on his phone.
perfect, you thought to yourself before facing back to the frame, pouring out more of the hair oil for your hair before continuing on. “anyways, my current boyfriend said that at some point after the world cup, he’d take me travelling to disneyland which i’m honestly really excited for—!”
“your what?” jude interrupted then, his focus no longer on his phone as he stared at the side of your neck in disbelief.
you ignored him, carrying on with your video. “oh yeah!! who are you all gonna be cheering for next month? obviously, i’m a three lions girlie — but honestly, i’m cheering for any team my current boyfriend plays for.”
“baby.” jude interrupts again, his tone taking a few octaves down as he straightened at his posture. you had to bite down on the inside of your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing before you continued on.
“speaking of boyfriends, i was talking to my friend the other day about them — how they typically come and go and that you always have options in your bay—!”
“excuse me?!” jude’s jaw was on the ground now, a round of splutters escaping from him as he internally repeated your words to himself a few times before shaking his head. “boyfriends do not come and go, love! not yours, anyways.”
“babe, i’m filming..” you muttered in a warning tone, ignoring the way he was practically glaring at you now. “i can see that.”
“then shush!” you tut, turning your head back for the camera’s frame, your lips pouting from the intrusive urge to laugh at jude’s grumbling from next to you. “sorry about that guys — i don’t know what’s wrong with him today, honestly.”
“mhm..” you roll your eyes subtly at him again, despite the joy you were currently experiencing with the joke right now.
“oo, i almost forgot to show you guys!” you pulled out your dior lip oil to show at the camera, still feeling the weight of your boyfriend’s gaze burning at the side of your neck. “the dior lip oil; i wanted to ask you guys on your opinions since i’ve seen so many people using it on my for you page.”
“i picked it up one day when i was in the city with my current boyfriend—!” “okay, that’s enough.”
this time, you couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escapes your throat as jude reached for your phone, clicking it off record and removing it from its place across the stand before meeting your gaze with his head on.
“and i’m not your “current” anything, love.” he reiterates, your hand flying to your mouth as you tried to calm at your giggles. “but you’re currently my boyfriend right now, jude! that’s what i mean.”
“current—!” he spits out the term like it’s an offensive dialect before shaking his head with a low sigh and planting his gaze back on you. “reader. i am your boyfriend.”
“singular. lifetime contract. no replacement or expiration date. and i’m definitely not ‘coming or going’ anytime soon.” he quotes your previous words in a deadpan, which only makes you laugh harder.
“you think this is funny?!” “because we’re literally saying the same thing!” you tried to explain, finding immense pleasure in your boyfriend’s dramatic reactions. “that’s what current means in this context!”
“and besides, who’s to say we’ll stay together for a lifetime anyways—oh my god!” the rest of your sentence doesn’t even make it out of your lips as jude hauls you over his shoulder, earning a loud squeal from you as he walked down the hall for your bedroom.
“god not again — jude, put me down!!” you scream still laughing. “my friends’ll be here in a hour!”
“an hour, huh.” a coy smile appears on jude’s face as he throws you over the bed, the mattress dipping from under you as he hovered over your frame. “that’s more than enough time.”
“for what..?” “to show you exactly what a lifetime with me feels like.”
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lo's commentary: hi angels!! quick fic in response to a request i got for the tiktok trend where girls are climbing on their boyfriends in videos to see how they react. had so much fun writing this one!! hope u enjoy <3
pairing: bf!jude bellingham x influencer!reader
summary: a relaxed unboxing video turns into complete chaos when you randomly climb onto Jude’s shoulders mid-recording, pranking him with the viral TikTok trend he's oblivious to. he's baffled, but just laughs and rolls with it, holding you up with one arm and chatting to the camera like nothing is happening at all.
warnings: suggestive ending referencing f!receiving oral, nothing else. cute + fluffy, whipped boyfriend!jude
wc: 2.5k!
You’d been living with Jude long enough now that he’d become blissfully ignorant to the PR packages that would pile up in your bedroom. Piles upon piles of them – wrapped boxes, fancy bags of products or clothes – would turn up at the door and sit there for weeks, untouched. You travelled with him most of the time, had other things on your plate, and honestly, sometimes you just forgot they existed until the pile got so big it became a slight tripping hazard.
But every month or so, you’d sit down and do a massive unboxing of everything you’d been sent. It had become a bit of a thing on your TikTok. Jude once described it as your “Christmas morning” once a month, where you’d rip open packages like an excited kid and show him and all your followers what you’d been gifted.
Secretly, he loved it. He loved watching the way your face lit up, how genuinely excited you got over the free things even though he’d buy you the moon if you asked for it. He’d sit there quietly most of the time, chin in his hand, smiling softly as you gasped over a new skincare product or a pair of trainers.
You often kept him out of your TikToks, unless it was a brief cameo. Not because he wasn’t the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on, and not because you guys were particularly private either – he loved posting you everywhere. It was half because Jude wanted your career to be your own, but also because he had a habit of completely (accidentally, of course) ruining your videos.
“So i normally use the glazing milk–”
Jude snorts from where he’s sat next to you on your vanity stool, chin propped on his hand as he watches you get ready. He knew you were filming...and that he was slightly in shot. He’d already stuck his head into frame and poked his tongue out like a child.
“Glazing milk? What kinda name is that? Like a donut?”
You put down the product and stare at him, completely unamused. “Jude–”
Jude winced a little, giving you a sweet, apologetic little smile. “Sorry sorry. I’ll be quiet, baby. You look so pretty.”
You huffed at him, charmed but still a little annoyed. “I haven’t done anything yet because you keep YAPPING–”
Another time you’d tried to get him to do one of the couple challenges going viral. He couldn’t grasp it no matter how many times you explained the rules. You tried fifteen different ways and the man was still baffled, looking at you with that adorable confused frown that made your heart do silly things in your chest.
But the unboxing videos were always the exception. He’d ask the sweetest questions, help you wrestle with the tape on stubborn boxes, and genuinely seemed to enjoy watching you light up over the silliest things. The little interactions between you two had quietly become a fan favourite, comments flooded in with “get married already” and “this is the kind of love I want.”
Today was no different. But you had another trick up your sleeve.
The sun was setting beautifully through the long windows of the kitchen in his Madrid villa, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Jude was sat next to you at the big wooden table, various boxes and bags spread out in front of him. You’d received some pieces from an Adidas line he’d been involved in, so it made perfect sense for him to be on camera with you today.
He was excited, you could tell. His eyes were bright and focused, a boyish grin playing on his lips. It was rare you asked him to join one of these, and he always took it as a big deal.
You set your phone up on the tripod and hit record, giving the camera your usual warm smile.
“Hi guys! Today we’re opening some PR packages, with my boyfriend—”
“Hi TikTok,” Jude grinned, giving the camera a little wave and then glancing at you like was that good??
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. “Because there’s so many boxes and bags and stuff, Jude is gonna help me open some so this video isn’t seven hours long.”
“Pfft, I know yeah,” he added, leaning in closer to the camera with his usual cheeky energy. “She goes away for a couple months with me for the World Cup and we come back to mountains of boxes she didn’t have time to open. I’m basically the official unboxer now.”
You laughed softly, nudging his shoulder. “We’re opening them now,” you told the camera, smiling as Jude already started reaching for the nearest box like an excited kid.
The first few were easy wins, some new training gear from Alo that he immediately held up to his chest, pretending to model it for you. Then you pulled out a big Sol de Janeiro bundle, and his face lit up even more.
“Oh, I know this one,” he said proudly, grabbing the body mist before you could. He sprayed a little on his wrist and sniffed it dramatically. “Mmm. This one smells so good on you. Like… coconut and vanilla and sunshine. I always know when you’ve used it because the whole room smells like you.”
You melted a little, watching him.. “You really pay attention, huh?”
“Course I do,” he said, glancing at you with a soft, adoring look that made your heart burst. “My favourite smell in the world. Well… second favourite. After you in general.”
He helped you open the rest of the set, holding up the Bum Bum cream and pretending to read the ingredients like a serious influencer. “This one makes your skin all glowy. I’m telling you, she puts this on and I can’t keep my hands off her. Dangerous stuff.”
You burst out laughing, shoving his arm. “Jude!”
“What? It’s true!” He grinned, completely unashamed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your temple. “My beautiful girl deserves all the good smells.”
The comments were going to lose their minds. You could already picture the edits and the “they’re so cute I’m sick” replies.
Jude’s next box was the Adidas one. He pulled it closer with an excited little grin, already knowing what was inside. There were various t-shirts and shorts, some Real Madrid merch, and a couple of pieces from his own personal line with his logo on them. He held them up proudly for the camera, unfolding a black tee with his signature celebration silhouette printed on the front.
“Adidas were nice enough to send my girlfriend more things that have me or my name written all over it, so…” he said, voice full of playful pride as he showed off the stack.
You giggled, reaching over to take one of the T-shirts from him, holding it up against yourself. “Explain your logo to them, babe.”
Jude grinned and shrugged, a slightly bashful smile appearing as he looked at the camera. “It’s just my signature and then a silhouette of my celebration, innit? I dunno, I thought it looked cool. Simple but… me, you know?”
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder for a second. “Well I like it. Can’t wait to wear it everywhere.”
“We can match,” he chuckled, folding one of the shirts up neatly before passing it to you like it was the most important task in the world. “You in my logo, me in my logo. Power couple shit.”
“Oh yeah? Are you gonna walk around with your own logo on yourself like a walking billboard?” you teased, bumping his knee with yours.
“Yeah, course,” he said without missing a beat, turning to look at you with a bright, mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Best marketing, am I right? Especially if I get you to do it with me. My favourite model.”
You laughed, the sound light and happy, and he immediately leaned in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. The camera caught every little moment. The way his hand found yours under the table, the soft way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the easy banter that made being in front of the camera come so naturally to the both of you.
A few boxes later, Jude pulled out some Glory Blue Superstars that had his name written on them and his logo embossed into the leather. He held them up proudly for the camera, turning them slowly so the viewers could see every detail.
“Okay, so these are sick, if I do say so myself,” he smiled, clearly proud. “They’re clean.”
You were already moving. In one smooth, completely ridiculous motion you started climbing onto him, one leg swinging over his shoulder like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Yeah well they’re uh… they’re uh…” Jude froze mid-sentence, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as he stared at the phone screen recording you both. What the fuck is happening? His brain was trying to catch up with what you were doing, whilst also trying to stay somewhat professional for your TikTok. One second he was showing off trainers, the next second his girlfriend was attempting to mount him like a climbing frame.
“They’re dark blue because– Jesus Christ – they’re dark blue. Yeah. And uh, my signature is on the leather so that’s nice…”
You nodded along like nothing was happening, one leg already hooked over his shoulder, your ass comfortably resting on his bicep. He didn’t even wobble. He could hold your weight with one arm easily, but that wasn’t the point in Jude’s mind. The point was why was this happening right now?
“Did you have much say in the design or?” you asked nonchalantly, thumb gently stroking his cheek like you were just having a normal conversation.
He hesitated, tilting his head awkwardly to try and look up at you without dropping you. Is she serious? Am I being pranked? Is this a new TikTok trend I wasn’t told about?
“I… I don’t understand what we’re doing?” he said slowly, voice laced with gentle confusion.
You didn’t address the fact that you were now fully climbing on him. Instead you cuddled his head closer, still stroking his cheek affectionately. “You’re helping me do an unboxing?”
“Are you— are you okay?” he asked, one hand instinctively holding onto your thigh to keep you steady while the other moved some of your hair out of his face. He was trying so hard to keep a straight face for the camera, but his eyes were wide with bewilderment. She’s actually doing this. On camera. In the middle of my fucking shoe segment.
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” you replied innocently, swinging your other leg over his other shoulder until you were properly perched on him like he was a throne.
Jude was very conscious that he didn’t want to ruin your video, but he was also very aware that his girlfriend was now sitting on his shoulders like a child at a music festival. He tried to carry on talking about the shoes, voice slightly strained as he adjusted his posture to keep you balanced.
“You… what are you— right. Okay, yeah well I think Superstars are good everyday shoes. I wear them all the time. They go with everything…”
Whilst he was talking, you’d managed to fully settle on his shoulders, both legs draped over him, hands resting on top of his head like he was your personal lookout tower. He let out a quiet, baffled laugh, shaking his head slightly.
“You’re actually mental,” he muttered under his breath, but the smile on his face was huge and fond. He adjusted and reached up with one hand to hold your thigh securely, the other still trying to hold the trainers up for the camera. “This is what I get for agreeing to be in the video, innit?”
You giggled, leaning forward a little so your chin rested on top of his head. “Best assistant ever.”
Jude huffed a laugh that made his shoulders shake gently beneath you. “Yeah, yeah. Happy to be of service. Just don’t fall off and break my neck before the season starts.
The video caught all of the adorable chaos, his confused but completely whipped expression, the way he kept one hand protectively on your leg the whole time, and the massive smile he couldn’t hide even while pretending to be normal.
You finished the unboxing and carefully climbed off him, legs a little wobbly from laughing so much. The second you stopped recording, Jude wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you straight back into his lap, holding you close like he’d missed you even though you’d only been on his shoulders for a few minutes.
“What the fuck just happened?” he laughed, lips brushing your cheek as he buried his face in your neck. “One minute I’m showing off trainers, the next my girlfriend is using me as a climbing frame on camera.”
“There’s a new TikTok trend where girls climb on their boyfriends to see if they say anything,” you giggled, threading your fingers through his curls. “Your little face! You looked so confused but you just went with it. I was dying trying not to laugh.”
“I was so confused,” he admitted, rolling his eyes but still smiling his beautiful, bright smile that made your stomach flip. “I didn’t wanna fuck up your video so I was just… carrying on like it was normal. Meanwhile I’m thinking ‘is she okay? Did she hit her head? Is this some new yoga thing?’”
You burst out laughing again, leaning into him as he held you tighter, his hands rubbing slow circles on your back.
“You did so well though,” you teased, kissing his cheek. “Best shoulder ride I’ve ever had. Very steady. Five stars. We'll have to use that move at Coachella when I can't see.”
He huffed another laugh, the sound warm against your skin. “Yeah, yeah. Next time give a man some warning. I nearly dropped you and the trainers trying to figure out what you were doing. My brain was buffering so bad.”
You stayed like that for a while, cuddled up on his lap, his arms wrapped around you while he quietly replayed the moment in his head, occasionally shaking his head and laughing to himself.
“You know what though?” he smirked after a moment, pulling back enough to look at you properly.
“What?”
“We should try that, but I hold you up the other way.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, a little confused at the position he meant. “What do you mean?”
“You know…” He grinned, a cheeky, dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, voice dipping so low you could feel it on your spine. “You put your legs over my shoulders…but i hold you in front of me. Not on my back. Easy access for me to fuck you with my tongue—”
“JUDE!” you squealed, shoving his chest as your face heated up.
He laughed loudly, bright and happy as he pulled you back against him, refusing to let you escape. “What? It’s a good idea! Very efficient. Arm workout as well.”
“Fucking hell Jude! You're shameless,” you groaned, hiding your face in his neck even as you smiled.
“Yeah, but you love me,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “And you know I’d hold you up for hours if you asked nicely.”
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warnings ,, none! heavily based on the tiktok trend; the one in particular from kayla.moody482 on tiktok!! ૮ • ﻌ - ა
mina talks ,, a short drabble to fuel my jude encompassed heart once again ( 2024 football tumblr, we mourn you everyday💔💔) still, i hope you all enjoy this regardless angels & as always, requests are open!! ♡ jude fanart crds to harbingger on x!
“guys, look what my man got meeeee!!” you exclaimed out happily, holding up the large bouquet of pink & white flowers to the camera, along with the huge melody plushie whilst jude continued to stare at you adoringly from the background across your shared bed.
“surprised me with an entire day out at the sanrio store!!” you emphasised, biting the inside of your cheek as you gestured to the other gifts sitting across the bed as well. “i swear, it’s like he’s in my head 24/7 and just knows what i need to make my day better.”
“still waiting for my promised payment by the way,” jude interjects then, walking into the frame of the camera as your head snaps in his direction and found him pouting out his lips subtly, earning a snort and subtle eyeroll from you.
“fine — c’mere,” you reciprocate, cupping against his face and closing the distance between you two, landing your lips on his for a chaste kiss.
a wide grin overtook jude’s face then, pride coursing through his veins at your happy face — only for that to abruptly fade when you wiped at your lips subtly, his lips pursing together whilst his brows furrowed together.
“what the fuck.” the curse leaves his throat before he can even stop himself, your head snapping back in his direction as you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from bursting into laughter. “what’s wrong, babe?”
“wHaT’s WrOnG bAbE?!” he mocks, your brows furrowing together whilst your lips twitched from resisting the urge. “why’d you do that?”
“do what?” “wipe away my kiss!!”
“babe, are you okay?” you voice in feigned concern, resting your hand across his shoulder in part of the role you’ve immersed yourself into for the video. “because i seriously don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“hm.” jude hums then before cupping at your face and landing another kiss to your lips — his jaw immediately dropping this time when you wiped it away almost instinctively after.
“baby!” he expresses, this time warranting a laugh from you as he just started at you, dumbfounded. “stop doing that!”
“i’m not doing anything!!” “yes you are!”
“i don’t have to kiss you every 5 seconds, you know.” you shrug, sitting back in your seat to continue with your vlog, ignoring jude’s burning gaze piercing the side of your neck as you showcased at your gifts once more.
you felt bad for him, obviously. but at the same time, this was way too good for you to stop now.
“and he also got some kuromi balloons and this cinnammaroll phone case too!”
“oh and these flowers are of my—!” your sentence was cut off again by jude’s lips landing on yours again, not even caring that the camera was still recording you both.
“jude!” you gasp out a laugh as he pulls away from you with a furrowed expression before wrapping his hands around your wrists, stopping them from reaching for your lips again.
“judeeee...” “kiss me back.” was all he said before pressing his lips against your cheek and lips again, making you laugh harder as you pushed him away and broke your arms free from his hold to wipe your sleeve over your lips again, his jaw unhinging from his mouth again.
“3 times now babe?!” he sputters out, his hands flaying up as you stared at him with a smile. “what the hell — does my breath smell bad or somethin’??”
“babe, i already told you!!” you speak through your laughter as he takes a quick breath check for himself. “okay, my breath doesn’t smell. so what then?”
“can we just finish the video please?” “not until you tell why you keep wiping my kisses off!”
“jude, it’s not that deep..” “oh okay — so you hate me and want me to die, is what you’re saying then.”
“i just said i don’t have to be kissing you all the time,” you stuck to your grounds, jude just staring at you like you’d just gone and offended his entire bloodline. “oh my god, you really do want me to die — that’s what it is, isn’t it?!”
“babe!” you exclaim out then, holding at your stern voice as you turned back to conclude with the vlog before jude suddenly reached for your phone, switching off the recording and placing it face down across the vanity table.
“jude—!” you immediately went on the protest on him for ruining your video before letting out a squeal as he threw you over his shoulder, eliciting a high pitched scream from you as you thrashed your hands all over his back.
“jude victor william bellingham — you put me down right this second!” you scream out, only for your words to grow caught the moment he threw you over the bed, hovering right over you whilst looking into your eyes with a certain glint.
“you think that was funny?” he murmurs, the immediate scent of his typical cologne mingling under your nose hazing at your mind, pleasure bursting from within you as you smiled up at him as an indirect reply. “i mean, not my fault you can’t take a joke.”
“that was not a joke.” he frowns. “that was emotional torture.”
“never do that to me again,” jude groans out in acknowledgment, burying his face into your neck, to which you could only just giggle out softly at him before it transcended into a burst of laughter once you felt him plant open mouthed kisses across your cheek and collarbone as the night went on.
It starts with a hand around your waist, then you're sitting on his lap, then he's stealing kisses between conversations... Somewhere around the fifth time Jobe tells him to get a room, everyone realizes the alcohol isn't the problem, Jude Bellingham just stopped pretending to have any shame.
WARNINGS ◦ suggestive content, mdni ◦ alcohol use ◦ tipsy & handsy!jude ◦ making out ◦ clingy!jude to an unreasonable degree ◦ poor bellinghams just wanted a peaceful evening ◦ every time i say "this one will be short" i end up writing another domestic manifesto. sorry.
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۶ৎ 𝓩 , i genuinely believe tipsy jude would just become a human weighted blanket. this is my evidence. no plot, just jude bellingham forgetting that other people can, in fact, see him. (& lots of making out 😝😝😝)
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The villa buzzed with the kind of easy, familiar warmth that only came when the Bellinghams managed to gather everyone in one place. Post-season in Madrid had been a whirlwind—trophies, travel, endless expectations—but tonight the sprawling garden and open living spaces felt like a proper exhale.
Strings of soft lights hung between trees, casting gentle glows over the stone patio where Mark was manning a makeshift grill with the focus of someone who refused to let anyone else touch the meat. Denise moved between the kitchen and garden like the quiet conductor she always was, refilling glasses and laughing at old stories.
Jobe had actually made it over from Germany, sprawled across one of the oversized outdoor sofas with the kind of dramatic exhaustion only a younger brother could pull off. Morgan Rogers and his partner had driven up too, along with a couple of Jude’s closest teammates who had become more like family over the long campaign.
You were in the middle of it all, a glass of wine in hand, moving between groups as the evening stretched. The successful season had left everyone in high spirits, and the celebration felt intimate rather than performative.
Jude had started the night relatively normal, laughing with his dad by the grill, teasing Jobe about his latest training stories, pulling you close for the occasional kiss or hand on your lower back.
But as drinks flowed and the hours passed, the alcohol slowly stripped away his usual careful filter. The version of him that always kept one eye on the room, aware of everyone watching, simply faded. What remained was pure, unfiltered Jude: touch-oriented to an almost comical degree.
He never strayed far. If you wandered into the kitchen to help Denise with more plates, he appeared a minute later, leaning against the counter beside you, fingers absently tracing the hem of your top while he asked what you were doing. If you stepped out to the garden to chat with Morgan’s partner near the flowers, Jude followed shortly after, sliding an arm around your waist as though he’d been there the whole time.
It was never dramatic, he just... gravitated. Like the planet had shifted slightly and you were the new center.
At one point you ended up standing beside the long outdoor sofa, talking with Denise and Morgan’s partner about some upcoming family trip. The conversation flowed easily, laughter rising when Denise recalled a particularly chaotic holiday from years ago.
Jude had been sitting on the sofa listening, or at least pretending to, for a solid thirty seconds. Then, without a word or change in his expression, he reached over, hand settling firmly at your waist. In one smooth, effortless motion he guided you backward and settled you sideways across his lap, your legs draping over his thigh as if it were the most natural seat in the garden.
His arm looped around your back to keep you steady, chin already resting on your shoulder as he picked up the thread of whatever Jobe was saying across from him.
You blinked, half-annoyed, half-amused, twisting in his hold. “Jude,” you said, voice carrying that familiar mix of exasperation. “I was in the middle of a conversation, you know.”
He hummed, eyes still on the group, fingers absently playing with the ends of your hair. “You can talk from here, darling.” His voice was low, warm, completely convinced he was being reasonable. One hand stayed spread across your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles like it was helping him listen better.
Denise let out a bright laugh from her spot on the arm of the sofa, shaking her head. “He’s been like this since forever, but the drink really brings it out.”
Jobe groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “For God’s sake, he’s doing it again. Mate, she’s two feet away. Let her breathe.”
Jude blinked, genuinely puzzled, glancing between you and his brother. “What? She’s right here.” His arm tightened just a fraction around you, as if to prove the point.
You rolled your eyes, trying to push off his lap, but he simply adjusted his grip, pulling you back down with that effortless strength.
“Stop moving. You’re comfy.”
The group dissolved into laughter, the kind that came from watching someone they loved be utterly, shamelessly gone. Morgan exchanged a knowing look with his partner, both of them grinning like they’d seen this coming. One of the teammates muttered something about “post-season Jude” under his breath, earning another round of chuckles.
You swatted at Jude’s chest, fighting a smile. “You’re insufferable when you’re like this.”
He just smiled that slow, dopey smile, chin still on your shoulder as he pressed a lazy kiss to the side of your neck. “M’not insufferable, I’m affectionate.” His fingers hooked loosely through one of your belt loops, holding you in place while someone else picked up a new story.
The conversation moved on around you, plates of food passed, glasses refilled, but Jude remained exactly where he was, playing with your fingers, resting his head against yours, stealing small kisses whenever you paused to sip your drink.
Later, when you stood up to grab another bottle of water from the kitchen, he followed without hesitation. “Where you going?” he asked, voice soft as he caught up, two fingers slipping through your belt loop again to keep you close.
“Water, baby. Three metres away.”
He hummed, unconvinced, trailing after you anyway. Inside the kitchen he leaned against the island while you opened the fridge, then reached out and pulled you back against his chest the second you closed the door.
“Missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling into your hair like you’d been gone for hours.
You turned in his arms, laughing despite yourself. “You are ridiculous tonight, William.”
“Am not.” But there was a spark in his eyes now, that playful edge emerging as he realized how much your annoyance entertained him. He dipped his head, kissing you slow and deliberate, then pulled back just enough to grin. “You’re cute when you’re annoyed with me.”
The teasing only got worse after that. Every time you tried to step away to talk to someone else, he’d find a way to reel you back, sometimes with an arm around your shoulders, sometimes by simply patting the spot beside him until you gave in.
At one point, while you were mid-sentence with Jobe about his season, Jude hooked an arm around your waist and tugged you down onto his lap again, chin on your shoulder, completely ignoring the way you swatted at him.
“Jude, I swear—”
“What?” He looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes, the picture of sincerity. “You were standing, now you’re sitting. Better for everyone.”
Jobe made a gagging noise. “He’s actually lost it. Mum, do something.”
Denise just laughed from across the garden, raising her glass. “Leave him be, it’s been a long season.”
The evening carried on like that, warm, overlapping conversations, music drifting through the open doors, plates slowly emptying. Jude remained glued to you in that absentminded way, convinced the whole time that he was acting completely normal.
Only much later, when Mark finally pointed it out directly—“Son, you’ve had Y/N on your lap for forty minutes straight”—did he pause, look down at where you were comfortably settled against him, and blink slowly.
“…Oh.”
A beat of silence. Then he shrugged, pulled you a little closer, and carried on exactly as he was, pressing another lazy kiss to your temple while the laughter erupted around you. You rolled your eyes again, but you were smiling too hard to truly fight it.
The garden lights had softened into a warmer glow as the evening deepened, the sky above the villa shifting from dusky blue to true night. Music still played low from the speakers, but the conversations had grown mellower, voices overlapping less urgently as plates emptied and drinks slowed. People were scattered more loosely now, some clustered near the grill where Mark was finishing the last rounds, others lounging on the sofas with the kind of comfortable fatigue that came from good food and better company.
Everyone was a little buzzed, the successful season’s weight finally lifting in a haze of laughter and easy silences.
You slipped away quietly after a while, telling Denise you just needed to check on something upstairs in one of the guest rooms, a forgotten charger Gio had mentioned earlier. Nothing urgent, but the kind of small task that felt necessary in the middle of a long night.
The villa’s interior was cooler, quieter, the distant hum of the gathering filtering up the wide staircase like background noise. Your bare feet padded softly on the tiles as you made your way down the hallway toward Jude’s bedroom wing, the familiar scent of the house wrapping around you.
You didn’t hear him at first to be honest, then the soft pad of footsteps followed, unhurried but inevitable.
Jude appeared at the top of the stairs a moment later, silhouetted against the warm light from below, his shirt slightly rumpled from the evening’s lounging. He didn’t say anything right away, just closed the distance with that same absentminded pull that had defined the whole night, one hand already reaching for your waist before he’d fully caught up.
“Thought you were just getting water,” he murmured, voice lower now that it was just the two of you, the alcohol still softening his edges.
His fingers spread wide against the small of your back, pulling you gently but firmly against him as you paused in the hallway outside his bedroom door.
You turned in his hold, half-exasperated, half-smiling. “I told you I’d be quick, you didn’t have to follow me all the way up here.”
He hummed, not really listening, his head already dipping to press a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Missed you,” he said simply, like it explained everything.
His hands were everywhere in that lazy, tipsy way—sliding up your sides, one settling at the nape of your neck while the other traced the curve of your hip, tugging you closer until there was no space left between you.
He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, eyes heavy-lidded but bright, a small, dopey smile playing on his lips as he studied your face in the dim hallway light. “You look pretty like this, baby, all soft from the wine.”
You laughed quietly, the sound muffled against his chest as he leaned in again, but he caught your chin gently, tilting your face up so he could kiss you properly. It started slow, familiar, but the alcohol had loosened something in him.
He smiled into it almost immediately, the curve of his mouth unmistakable as he deepened the kiss, one hand threading into your hair while the other slipped under the hem of your top, palm warm against your skin. He tasted faintly of the drinks he’d had downstairs, and when he pulled back for air he didn’t go far, forehead resting against yours, eyes half-closed as he stared at you.
“Seriously,” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “How do you always look this good, princess? Even when you’re trying to escape me.” The teasing edge was there, playful and affectionate, but his hands kept moving, tracing your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he backed you gently against the wall beside his bedroom door.
Another kiss followed, slower this time, his body pressing into yours with that natural, unselfconscious need. He smiled again when your fingers tightened in his shirt, nipping lightly at your lower lip before soothing it with another kiss.
“Stay here a minute. Don’t need to go back down yet.”
You tried to protest, half-laughing between kisses. “C'mon, everyone’s still outside—”
“They’re fine,” he whispered against your jaw, lips trailing lower to your neck, hands sliding down to grip your hips as he pressed you more firmly against the wall. His touch was handsy but never rushed, exploring in that tipsy, appreciative way, palms mapping the familiar curves of your body like he was rediscovering them. He pulled back once more to look at you, eyes dark and soft, that wide, genuine smile breaking across his face again. “You’re my favorite person in the whole house right now, don’t leave me alone with them.”
The kiss that followed was deeper, lazier, his body molding against yours as one hand slipped further under your top, thumb stroking along your ribs. He made a quiet, contented sound when you arched into him, smiling into the kiss once more, the expression so purely happy it made your chest tighten.
“Love when you do that,” he murmured, barely pulling away, lips brushing yours with every word. “Makes me forget there’s anyone else here.”
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, studying the soft, unfocused warmth in his eyes and the way his smile lingered like he couldn’t help it. A soft laugh bubbled out of you, half-amused, half-disbelieving. “You’re so gone, William,” you teased, fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you took him in, the flushed cheeks, the heavy lids, the complete lack of awareness that he was trailing after you like a shadow. “I mean it. I’ve never seen you this far gone. You’re properly out of it tonight, baby.”
He blinked slowly, still smiling that dopey, content smile, like the observation barely registered.
“M’not gone,” he protested softly, but there was no conviction in it. His hands stayed exactly where they were, one slipping higher under your top while the other squeezed your hip, pulling you flush against him again. “Just… happy. With you.”
He leaned in, capturing your lips once more, the kiss slower and deeper this time, his tongue brushing yours in a way that made your knees feel a little weaker. When he pulled back, forehead still pressed to yours, he was staring at you again, really staring, like he was committing every detail to memory in his hazy state.
Downstairs the laughter rose and fell, distant and warm, but up here in the hallway it was just the two of you, Jude’s hands steady and affectionate, his kisses teasing and thorough, the alcohol stripping away any remaining self-consciousness until all that remained was the simple, overwhelming want to keep you close.
He didn’t rush, he just held you there against the wall, kissing you like the rest of the night could wait a little longer, smiling every time you laughed or tried to remind him there were people downstairs waiting.
For now, in this quiet pocket of the villa, you were exactly where he needed you to be.
author's note — if you enjoyed and would like to see more of my football works, click here :DD if you ever catch me writing a non-affectionate jude bellingham, assume i've been hacked lol. love whoever read till here, byeee <3
