౨ৎ .. SYNOPSIS — thinking about what would it be like for Jude to have a popstar as a girlfriend.
౨ৎ PAIRING — Jude Bellingham x popstar!Reader headcannons
⌗ ( sfw / nsfw ) ! wc: 1200+
bf!Jude . . who met you at an Adidas campaign. As much as he tried to hide it, his eyes were basically following you for the whole night. Though once your gaze finally landed on him, giving him a small smile, he swore he could feel himself fold then and there.
bf!Jude . . who used to get so speechless around you, which was ironic because he always has something to say. The poor boy had to ask one of the staff for your number, and once he finally got it, it took him about 3 days to make a move.
bf!Jude . . who doesn’t mind that you have the limelight most of the time. He knows what it’s like to have cameras pointed at you every second. If anything, he thinks you look most beautiful when you’re doing what you have to do.
bf!Jude . . who carried your pair of heels for you after your first date, though deep down he knew he could’ve just carried you.
bf!Jude . . who sends you flowers for every show you do, often accompanied with a handwritten note.
“Kill it out there, like you always do. Save me a dance when you get home. - J”
“Just for motivation. I love you. - J”
bf!Jude . . who has a habit of watching you get ready. Sometimes he’ll even help you reach stuff, knowing well you can do it on your own. You can be talking his ear off while drying your hair, and he’d listen patiently, completely lost in the way you look.
bf!Jude . . who never fails to surprise you despite the distance. It’s a shocker to know just how frequent it is for you to come home to your apartment in Barcelona, just to find him already there.
“You sly little shit.” you’d scoff, shutting the door behind you.
He’d give you that boyish grin, watching you walk up to him before placing a hand on the curve of your waist, pulling you towards him. “Hello to you, too.”
Your fingers finding its way to the back of his neck, inhaling his scent as you fiddle with the thin silver chain he had on. “I missed you.” you’d mumble.
“Yeah?” he whispers back, running his hands down your hips. “I should do this again, then.”
That earns him a small shove from you. “Absolutely not.”
bf!Jude . . who always shoots a wink at you every chance he gets whenever you’re watching him play. He has to let you know that he sees you, and that’s also his way of assuring himself that you see him, too.
bf!Jude . . who actually gives cooking a try just to satisfy you. You’d be surprised to know how much time this guy spends just learning how to make the stuff you like.
bf!Jude . . who likes messing with you just to get a reaction out of it, AND because he gets to kiss away the pout on your lips after. You can be in the middle of getting dressed, and he’ll suddenly stand in front of the mirror just as you’re trying to check your outfit
“Jude..” you’d frown.
He raises a brow, feigning obliviousness. “What?”
“Move.” you say, slightly annoyed as you subtly motion your fingers to swat him. He’ll simply laugh, shaking his head as he leans over to kiss the corners of your mouth over and over.
bf!Jude . . who helps you strip out your clothes after a long day. He’d start with unclasping your heels, placing a kiss on both your ankles, lips trailing higher to your thighs, stomach, and shoulders.
bf!Jude . . who loves to be dominated by you. It’s not all the time that you take charge, so whenever you ask to ride him—he wastes no time. One of his favorite sights to see is you on top of him, bouncing on his cock with a dazed look on your face, breath panting. He swears he could cum instantly just by looking at you as you sink down on him, and at some point, he has.
bf!Jude . . who eats you out whenever he visits your studio. It's like a tradition for him to do so, knowing how stressful it gets when recording new music. Something about the way his head getting squished in between your thighs, his tongue flicking through your folds, while two of his fingers rub your clit—just does it for you (and for him). So in other words, he never leaves without making you cum in his mouth.
bf!Jude . . who always finds a way to tease you even from afar. During one of your stage rehearsals, he sent two videos of him jacking off in his hotel room, making your eyes shoot up as you immediately lowered the brightness of your phone, concerned that someone around might see the image of his own fingers wrapped around his cock. But that didn’t stop you from playing it, placing the speaker on your left ear, instantly regretting it as Jude’s sultry voice filled your senses.
“Fuck, baby, wish you were here..”
“I miss you.. miss fucking you..”
Well, you had to excuse yourself for 15 minutes after that.
bf!Jude . . who thinks that aftercare is considered an essential, which is a no brainer. He always makes sure that you’re comfortable and cleaned up first, muttering praises and giving chaste kisses as he wipes your inner thighs.
bf!Jude . . who subtly mentions you during interviews. Ask him about discipline, pressure, or balancing life with sport, and somehow.. you’ll end up in the conversation.
“My girlfriend always says…”
“She actually said something similar the other day…”
“We were talking about this over dinner…”
bf!Jude . . who enjoys it whenever you give him a small haul of all the outfits or stuff you’ve bought, insisting you wear it for him for a much “better experience.” which he ends up just taking off of you in like 5 minutes.
bf!Jude . . who, more often than not, ends up arriving at training with your signature lipstick somewhere on him—sometimes it’s a faint mark on his jaw, other times it’s sitting proudly on the collar of his shirt.
“Is there something on me?” he once asked Trent who kept giving him knowing looks all morning.
Trent shakes his head at this, chuckling, pointing at his teammate’s jaw. “Oh, that’s definitely something.”
bf!Jude . . who uses his height to his advantage. If you’re walking through a crowd together, he’ll quietly guide you through with a hand on your back, making sure you don’t get swallowed by the people around you. This also comes in handy during nights where you’re too exhausted to stand. He can just pick you up with ease and wrap your legs around his waist as he pounds into you.
bf!Jude . . who doesn’t realize how good he actually looks. Okay, let’s be real, he’s fully aware of how he looks—he just doesn’t seem to know how much that affects you. There are times where you don’t really have a choice but to just stare and sigh.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” you say quietly, cheek resting on your palm.
He just smiles, kisses your forehead softly, and says, “I could say the same about you, love.”
bf!Jude . . who appreciates it everytime you go up to him for feedback about whatever song you’re writing. He can sit through demos for as long as it takes, even if the difference between two versions is only minimal, sometimes unnoticeable.
“Be honest, what do you think?” you’d ask, pausing the track and looking at him seriously.
And honestly, most times he’ll never know what to say. Because somewhere between the first verse and the chorus, he was busy keeping his eyes on you.
-end-
[ RADIO. sighh, this is me coming back from the dead after consuming too much football. also, NOT PROOFREAD! ]
DESPITE THE VAGUE WARMTH OF THE SUN peeking through the blinds, a cold shiver ran up your spine as your eyes gently fluttered. The soft hum of the ac filled the dense air, hitting your exposed shoulder as you slightly shifted—reminding you of the lack of clothing you were dealing with underneath the duvet.
You peered over your shoulder, barely making out the familiar figure of Lando right beside you through half lidded eyes. A soft smile crept up your lips once you did, shifting your weight to completely face him. It’s always been a bliss to see him like this—so peaceful, the slight afterglow lingering just right on his face as his curls sat messily, like it always did.
Without much thought, you placed a hand on his cheek, letting your thumb travel over his skin, not missing the way his eyebrows slightly twitched at your touch. It was one of those mornings where you’d be awake before him, and to you, it was always a great opportunity to just.. admire him.
You gently leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, letting your lips stay there for a bit longer. As if on cue, he started to stir, his arms absentmindedly pulling you closer to him. You watched his eyes flutter open, fighting back a smile as you stayed still.
“Hi.” he mumbled through a sleepy smile, his voice still thick with sleep,
You breathed out a laugh, running your hand up to his curls, fiddling with it. “Hi. Good morning.”
Lando responded by leaning in, planting a kiss on your temple, running a hand through the curve of your waist. He pulled away, just enough to look at you. “You okay?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you sighed out, snuggling closer to him. “Just a bit cold.”
He chuckled, looking down to your covered chest, letting his hands roam freely under the sheet. “Yeah, I can feel that.”
You playfully rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him, scoffing. “Yeah, well I hope you can also feel how sore I am right now.”
Lando grinned, swiftly catching your hand as it smacked softly into the sheets. “That’s quite flattering.”
You gave him a look “It’s concerning.”
“You’re still here though,” he pointed out, his smile never faltering as he watched your frown deepen.
“Unfortunately.” you murmur, tilting your head up to give him access as his lips latched onto your neck, Lando let the silence stretch for a moment, just his thumb tracing lazy patterns across your skin. You watched him reach out to remove the covers, with a soft groan, you stopped him.
“Lando.”
“What?” he laughed, voice low. “You said you were cold, gotta know if I need to start warming up again.”
You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “I swear to god— what part of ‘sore’ can you not understand?“
“Who says you have to move?” he whispered, lips brushing against your jaw, littering wet kisses all over. “We’ll go slow. Promise.”
For a moment, you stared at him. A part of you considered it as the look he was giving you was not helping at all. You could feel a sense of heat rush through your neck as he stared, breathing out a shaky sigh.
Lando watched as the corners of your lips turned upward, taking it as an instant response as he pulled your chin, crashing your lips with his into a deep, breathtaking kiss.
Shortly, he pulled away, his lips still subtly touching yours. “Say it.” he panted, his eyes searching your face for an answer. “You trust me, yeah?”
God, he always looked so pretty like this, the morning glow illuminating with his broad form, all worked up, just for you. Your breath shuddered as you meekly nodded. “Always.”
Lando didn’t have to think twice, abruptly latching his mouth back to your parted lips, slowly pulling on your arm to reposition you. You let him turn you over, now having your back pressed against his chest. Your breath hitched as you could feel that familiar hardness pressed just above your inner thigh, the same rush you felt the night before coming back instantly.
“Just.. relax. I got you.” he muttered in your ear, his palms finding its way to one of your breasts, kneading it gently, yielding a soft moan from you. “You have me.”
“Oh, fuck.” you hissed as reached further down, his middle finger made contact with your damp slick, dragging it back and forth in a slow manner. Lando hummed, amused as he added another digit. “Still so wet for me, baby..”
You barely mustered an answer, biting your lip as you nodded, miserably stopping a whimper from coming out. Desperately, you slightly jolted your hips, eager for a bit of friction. “Lan, I need—“
“Shh, love, I know.” he whispered low, pumping himself for a moment, that reddish hue of his leaking tip gradually intensifying. A quiet groan emitted from you as you felt his tip dragging teasingly against your aching slick, threatening to meddle with your sensitive folds.
Just as you were about to complain, a whine escaped your lips as he suddenly inserted an inch of himself, subconsciously making you arch your back against him. “Oh my god, baby..” you gasped, a mischievous glint against Lando’s eyes as he slowly pushed his cock in you.
“Yeah? like that? Nice and slow, love.” he cooed, placing a kiss on your shoulder as he led the palm of your hand to your abdomen, feeling that slight bump on your skin. “You feel me? That’s how deep you’re taking me right now..” he muttered against your ear.
“I.. fuck— I need you to move, please.”
Lando complied, starting slowly as he moved his hips forward, pulling you in with each thrust, the speed only picking up with each second. As he busied both his hands on your breasts, you could feel yourself spiraling as his muffled praises filled your senses, the slight curve of his cock hitting all the right places.
“Taking me so fucking good.” he rasped, a hand now softly clasped on your neck, slightly turning your head to give him a good view of your mixed expressions as you bit your lip, soft mewls still escaping, shamelessly.
“Oh god— don’t stop.” you sighed out, breathlessly.
“Wasn’t planning to, baby.” Lando replied, a vague smile on his face as he kept his pace, leaving open-mouth kisses on your bare shoulders every now and then. Despite being together for a while, he couldn’t deny, you always had that effect on him. Just like how he affects you, always so eager to be touched. “Gonna fill you up so good, yeah?”
“Mhm, s..so big.” you could barely realize what you were saying, too engulfed by his cock stretching you good with every single thrust. “Fuck, right there, yes..” ever so slightly, you could feel that familiar knot in your stomach forming, unaware of the lewd sounds you produced as Lando kept going.
“Shit, I—“
“You’re cumming, baby?” he intervened your moans, the way you clench uncontrollably around his girth stroking his ego even more as he sped up. “Tell me where you want it, pretty.”
“I-inside. Right inside me, please.” you managed to mumble, almost incomprehensible as you threw your head back. Though Lando must’ve understood, without a word, placing pecks on your hair, chasing his own high.
Eventually, your body shuddered as you felt the knot in your stomach collapsing, a high-pitched moan emitting from your lips. Your chest heaved, Lando’s palm soothing your body as you came right on his cock, twitching at the feeling of his cum pushed against yours.
“So, so pretty.” he muttered, gently stroking your cheek as you catched your breath, a mixture of yours and his fluids seeping over your clit as he pulled out. As soon as your eyes slowly opened, you were met with the love of your life as your body turned to face him again, softly smiling at you.
“Still feeling cold?” he asked, slightly joking.
With a tired laugh, you pushed him weakly. “I’m quite warm now actually. Thanks to you.”
“Told you so.” he pulled you closer, resting his face on the crook of your neck. “Great to see it helped.” he muttered against your skin, that worn out tone in his voice slightly showing.
You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. Another hour in bed. “Well, unfortunately, we can’t stay here all day.” you said, tapping his shoulder, in hopes he’d let go.
A groan emitted from Lando, lifting his head from your shoulder. “What? Says who?”
“Your trainer, who is probably wondering where you are right now.” you chuckled, watching the pout forming on his face.
“You’re evil.” he sighed, running a hand through his face.
“May I remind you whose idea this was?” you countered.
“And anyway,” you sat up, wincing in the process, turning towards your pouting boyfriend like he didn’t just wreck you moments ago. You leaned down to his face, kissing his nose, then his cheek, and finally on his lips.
“Only an idiot would say no to morning sex.”
[ RADIO. yeah.. sorta took me a while. not proofread though </3 ]
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