your back was to the wooden desk, your hair dangling off the edge as you threw your head back in pleasure. your thighs were parted, spread wide open on the table like a feast.
“jude…” you let out, hands gripping his head tighter as his tongue dragged up your folds, a teasing, drawn out stroke. you impatiently pushed his head down again, huffing when he didn’t immediately comply.
“be patient love, alright?” you nodded at his words.
he teased you a bit again, until finally his mouth sealed around your clit. his tongue flicked rapidly, watching your reaction to see what affected you the most. your back arched involuntarily once he found that spot inside of you.
you cursed under your breath. “shit, jude, right there.”
“here?” he did it again, a cocky expression on his face as he watched your lips part in another gasp of his name.
his tongue began to move in a steady rhythm, unrelenting. your fingers tightened around his hair.
“just like that, oh my gosh don’t stop…” the words tumbled from your mouth as he sped up his movements, working you to your climax. you could feel it building up, knew you were close.
suddenly, your phone rang. the sound was like a bucket of ice water over you, a harsh reminder of your surroundings and the role you were supposed to be playing. jude paused his movements, looking up at you.
“answer, love.” he told you when you didn’t make a move towards it. you picked it up, the words “carlo ancelotti” displayed across them. you took a deep breath before answering, sitting up and closing your legs.
“hello?” ancelotti began to talk, but you were focused on jude’s mischievous smirk on his face as he slowly pulled your thighs apart. you shot him a warning glance, doing your best to listen to what ancelotti was saying.
“mhm, got it.” you said. your breath hitched once jude buried his face right back into your thighs, his tongue moving once again. his tongue dragged up your center in one desperate, long stroke. you squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to stop him, but his hands flew to your legs, holding them apart.
“jude isn’t answering his phone, do you know where he is?” you bit your lip, trying to muffle the sounds you were making.
“i don’t k-know, maybe check the training pi—”your voice cut off as jude slid two fingers into you without a warning. your jaw clenched in an effort to stay quiet, knowing that a single sound would give the two of you away. your thumb hit the “mute” button, and you immediately let out a suppressed moan. ancelotti continued to talk, but the sounds were lost in your cloud of pleasure.
“jude!” you gasped, eyes rolling back as his fingers curled inside of you, hitting that spot.
“keep talking.” he murmured against your thighs before his mouth latched around your clit again. you shakily unmuted yourself, holding the phone back up to your ear.
“yeah, i really don’t know. um, ill tell him to go see you if I spot him.” your promise seemed to reassure ancelotti, and he continued on for a bit before wishing you a good night and hanging up.
the second the line went dead, jude’s fingers sped up, pumping in and out of you. his tongue flicked rapidly too, the dual sensation almost pushing you over the edge right then and there. you clenched around his fingers, making jude curse at the feeling.
“fuck!” you cried out, teetering over the edge. your knuckles turned white from where they were clutching the table for dear life. jude’s tongue and fingers worked in perfect sync, working you towards your orgasm.
your orgasm hit you then, your eyes lost in the back of your head as your back arched. jude didn’t stop, just kept on going. his tongue lapped up every bit of your release, only stopping once you became a trembling mess under his touch.
jude leaned back in his chair as he watched you come down from the high, flushed and breathless. he manspreaded, bringing your attention to the very noticeable tent in his pants.
“need help with that, mr. bellingham?” you asked him, getting off of the table. his smirk turned into a full blown grin as you settled onto your knees in front of him.
there was no doubt that you loved the “post-meeting debriefs” in his office.
notes: ive been thinking about a longer fic about this au, would anyone perhaps read it 👀
notes: little blurb while i work on requests 👀 hope yall enjoy 😛
bf! jude who is such a gentleman. he never lets you touch a door. you honestly can’t remember the last time you’ve opened a door yourself. he makes sure to walk on the outer edge of the sidewalk, positioning himself to protect you if anything happens.
bf! jude who carries your heels for you when your feet hurt. he keeps a separate pair of sandals in his car, knowing you always pick the heels yet end up complaining about them later.
bf! jude who’s always touching you in some sort of way. holding your hand, resting his on your inner thigh, holding your waist, you name it.
bf! jude whose favorite part of the day is coming home to you. you’d always press a kiss to his lips upon his arrival, making him melt inside.
bf! jude who adores seeing you in his clothes, particularly his jerseys. when he comes back from a hard training day only to see you lounging on the couch, hair messy, wearing one of his shirts, his mood instantly improves.
bf! jude who knows everything about you. your favorite drink, favorite food, favorite movie, shoe size, and more. he made it his mission to know everything once you started dating, and it’s safe to say he’s completed it.
bf! jude who loves having his head in your lap while you play with his hair. you tell him about your day, and he just admires you, watching the subtle changes in your expression.
bf! jude who makes it his mission to spoil you. he knows your expression when you notice something you like. you’d absentmindedly put it away, only for it to be laying on your bed a couple of days later.
bf! jude who alternates between calling you sweetheart, love, and your name. he loves letting people know that you’re his. he loves extremely loudly.
bf! jude who loves seeing the marks on your neck the morning after, especially if you leave them on display. he'd always try to discourage you from covering them up with concealer, saying "babe, come on.." with those puppy dog eyes he knows you can't resist.
bf! jude who loves it when you're on top. he’s such a sub, but of course he’d never admit it out loud. he definitely gets turned on by it, you can tell by the look of lust in his eyes as you ride him. his hands automatically go to your hips, guiding your movement once you tire out.
bf! jude whose favorite position is definitely missionary. there’s something about the intense eye contact during it which draws him in. he loves being able to see every facial expression of yours while he's making you feel good.
bf! jude hates when you suppress your moans. he wants to hear you, hear how good he's making you feel. he lives for those sounds you make when you're close, it only spurs him on further.
bf! jude who always prioritizes you after sex. he comes back with a wet washcloth, wiping you down tenderly before pulling you into his chest. he peppers you with kisses, murmuring praises against your skin. "you did so good, baby." he says to you.
summary: you help jude feel better after his semifinal loss to argentina.
notes: writing this with a heavy heart 💔💔 World Cup was supposed to come home to england.
at least we get to see him one more time in the third place match against France on Saturday though 😔
brb sobbing my eyes out again 😭
content warnings: smut!
your face fell as you saw the argentinian team advance towards the goal. you held your breath, hoping for a defender to block the attempt, but they all failed, the ball soaring towards the back of the net. the crowd, you included, let out a huge groan as the opposing team scored.
your eyes immediately found jude as he threw his hands up, shaking his head as the argentinians celebrated around him. your heart ached watching him, hoping desperately for a comeback from england.
but none came. you held your head in your hands as you watched the clock wind down slowly, with no signs of england bouncing back. the spectators around you were silent too, the earlier happiness and cheer gone as argentina took the lead with only mere minutes left.
you bit your lip, clutching your bellingham jersey with both hands. you watched nervously, thinking "please win, please win." but when the whistle was blown, the final score hadn't changed. 2-1, argentina. the people around you stood, the mood completely turned grim as the opposing side's cheers turned deafening.
your heart twisted in your chest once you saw jude again. tears stung your cheeks as you watched him stare at the ground, trying his best to not cry. he shared brief moments with his teammates, walking around the pitch. eventually, he covered his face with his hand, wiping the tears off of his face from the defeat. your entire expression crumbled, just wishing you could be there with him then to comfort him.
the crowd around you began to leave the stadium, saying nothing as they trudged through the stands. you rushed through them, murmuring "so sorry"s and "excuse me"s as you made your way to the locker room.
the argentina fans you pushed past to get to the opposite end of the stadium jeered at your england jersey. your sadness boiled to pure anger then, pushing towards them as you argued with them. several other england supporters joined you, booing the argentinians together. they retreated as more people began to form a crowd around them, and you mocked them one last time before focusing back on your objective.
the locker room was a mix of sweat, pain, and defeat. english players spared acknowledging glances towards you, their faces full of disappointment and regret. you waited there for the number ten to appear in your vision, and you didn't have to wait long.
jude walked out from the showers, freshly changed and in a new outfit. he wore light blue, full nike attire. his head was covered in a navy cap. you decided to approach him then, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours. his eyes softened then, and he pulled you into a deep hug.
he rested his head on your neck, pulling her closer than you thought was humanly possible. his arms tightened around you, and you reciprocated the act. you wrapped your arms around him, staying there for as long as he needed. your shoulder suddenly felt wet, and you realized that he was crying.
"we could've won." he choked out, close to your ear as his chest shook with the sobs he had been holding in. your heart broke into tiny little pieces at his words, and you rubbed his back soothingly.
"I know." you whispered, holding him there, in place. he buried his face into your chest, tears still falling. you knew how much he'd wanted to win this game, to take england to the finals for only the second time in World Cup history. his dream was to hold the cup in his hands, raising it high for all of the spectators to see. so she stood there, saying nothing, letting him pour out his unresolved feelings after the loss.
you let him stay like that for a while, until his sobs ceased to light, choked gasps for air. he then pulled away, and you caressed his cheek, your thumb wiping away his stray tears on his cheeks. you waited, holding his gaze in support. he pulled away from you to grab his belongings quickly before grabbing your hand.
he led you to the stands, where his family was waiting for him. he hugged his parents as they comforted him, telling him how good he played. jude's mom hugged you after, whispering into your ear to take care of him that night. you nodded in silent agreement, watching as jude talked to another person.
you held his hand the whole way back. unfortunately, that included walking past the press and supporters of england who stood waiting for a statement from the players. your thumb traced circles on jude's right hand as he answered questions for a post-game interview.
"head's a bit fuzzy, with disappointment, so I'm sorry." he finished the interview off with that line, and you offered a nod of silent acknowledgment to the reporter as you followed jude out of the stadium.
the ride back to their hotel was silent. you didn't want to push jude to say anything, to feel like he had to say anything with you. you gave him space to process the defeat, choosing instead to look out the window, watching the atlanta traffic as you got closer to the hotel.
you checked into the hotel, along with the other English players who had just arrived as well. jude spoke with them briefly, ending with a brief pat to the back. he followed you to your shared hotel room, hands in his pockets.
you closed the door, locking it and turning the lights on. jude immediately slumped on the couch, his shoulders finally relaxing as he put his feet up on the coffee table. you opened the fridge, pulling out cold packs and a water bottle.
"you did so good today, jude." you said, joining him on the couch. you gave him the water bottle, and placed the cold pack on his legs, which you knew were sore after running for that long. he gulped up the water, his Adam's apple moving as he did so. you swallowed slightly, watching the sight before turning away, cheeks blushing. you knew you were supposed to be comforting him, but you couldn't help it.
he finished the bottle, placing it on the table. his eyes found yours as he adjusted himself on the couch, manspreading. he watched your eyes wander along his body, offering only a eyebrow raise.
"come here." he said, patting his lap. you reluctantly did so, straddling his hips to face him. he leaned back further against the couch, you on top of him.
"played like shit today." he said, his hands settling at your hips. his fingers played with the hem of your bellingham jersey.
"it's not your fault," you reassured him. "I just can't believe they didn't get fouled for pushing you around the whole game." you glanced at pale bruises forming on his calves, remembering how he was shoved by another player.
"how can I make it better?" you asked, watching jude's face for his reaction. he looked up at you then. he pulled you closer, glancing up at you. you nearly melted at the sight, of jude looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. he knew the effect it had on you, and he was clearly taking advantage of how your breath hitched and you became hyperaware of his actions.
"I can think of a few things." he said. you got off of his lap then, a teasing grin on your face as you kneeled in front of him, pulling him to his feet. his eyes widened slightly, licking his lips. he looked at you, waiting for your response.
you tugged his shorts off, along with his boxers. he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as his cock was revealed, the cold air of the hotel room hitting it. jude chuckled as he watched you prepare, the sound reverberating through his throat.
you grabbed one of jude's thighs to support yourself, moving closer to his length. you gave the tip a tiny lick, swallowing the pre-cum from it. his hips shifted slightly, pushing his length towards your mouth encouragingly.
"fuck.. just like that." he said, eyes closing. you then opened your mouth and took him in, your tongue paying special attention to the underneath. jude groaned out in pleasure, head thrown back as you sped up your movements.
you relaxed your throat, pausing for a second before taking him all the way in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. your eyes watered, but you persisted, wanting to help jude feel better.
his hips began to move back and forth. he pulled out of your mouth for a moment before pushing it back through your lips. his hands found your hair, pulling it back to angle your head as he moaned out. he found a deeper angle to push himself even more down your throat, making you gag slightly.
"fuck-" he moaned out. "you're too good at this, baby."
his praise only made your movements faster, tongue swirling around the head of his cock now. he pistoned his hips in and out of your mouth, setting a punishing pace. you moaned around his cock, the sound causing a vibration.
you looked up at jude through your eyelashes, making eye contact with him. he groaned once your eyes met his, watching as your mouth took him perfectly.
"you're so gorgeous." he panted out. "so fucking beautiful, all for me."
his thighs shook slightly as he threw his head back again. jude's eyes were closed shut, choking out curses loudly. you didn't stop, knowing he was close. you moaned out even more loudly then before sucking him even harder. your tongue worked frantic circles around his length, intensifying the pleasure for him.
he pushed one last time into your mouth before he reached his climax. his eyes rolled back into his head, shamelessly moaning out loud. his cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed every last bit of it, wiping down your mouth and you pulled your lips off of him.
not able to wait a second more, you impatiently pulled off your own clothes. you left on your jersey though, hips immediately going to straddle jude as you pushed him onto the couch. his eyes dragged over you, watching you tease him for a moment before sinking down on him in one, brutal push.
you moaned out loud, jude's length feeling as though you were being split into two. jude groaned out loud, not expecting you to be that bold. the feeling went away after a moment or two though, and you began to ride him.
your hips lifted and sank back down hard, the sound a filthy, slick one which fills the room. jude's breath caught, biceps flexing as his hands flew to grab your waist. you continued on, dragging yourself up and down. you moved your hips in a steady rhythm which makes jude's head tip back against the back of the couch.
"shit, baby." his voice was strained. you took it as a sign to speed up and fucked yourself on his cock, taking his length over and over again until he was shaking.
your walls clenched around him every time. you rested your hands on jude's chest, his soccer jersey still on him. you were still wearing yours too as you rode him, the noises of your bodies meeting filling the sweaty, humid room.
jude's breathing got louder, his jaw clenched as he watched you.
"doing so good for me," he praised you. "riding me so well, it's like you were made for me." you moaned out in pleasure as his cock hit your sweet spot, eyes rolling back as your vision blurred for a moment in ecstasy.
you rolled your hips slowly, letting him feel you properly while you attached your lips at his neck, sucking lightly to leave some marks. he moaned at the dual sensation, too much for him. he was close to coming again, and you knew it. you were chasing your own orgasm now too, hips snapping forward.
jude shuddered underneath you for a moment before he reached his climax, filling you up. the sight of him was just enough for you to reach your own orgasm. the two of you moaned out loud as you reached your peaks at the same time.
once the high subsided, you pushed yourself off of jude, pulling him into a kiss. it was messy, a rough post-sex collision that has you aching for him once again. however, before you could lose yourself in him, the hotel provided phone rang, echoing loudly in the room. you separated from jude, pulling down your jersey as you stood up.
jude watched your hips as you walked to the nightstand in the bedroom, not even pretending to look somewhere else. you grabbed the phone, picking it up as you head back to the couch. you answered the phone, saying a quick "hello?" before jude pulled you down to his lap again.
"we've received multiple noise complaints about your room." your eyes widened, cheeks flaming now that you realized that other people heard you and jude. he simply smiled, grabbing the phone from you.
"we'll keep it down." he said abruptly, hanging the phone up before the lady could respond, cutting her off. he tossed the phone onto the other end of the couch, pulling you in for another kiss, the scene already turning heated. the phone rang repeatedly as you two resumed your actions, completely ignoring the interruption. you knew for sure that jude will have you doing the opposite that night.
summary: jude can’t keep his hands off of you, especially not in public.
notes: i accidentally deleted the request for this, but to the anon who asked for this, I hope you enjoy ;))
also I cried after England’s loss today because what 💔 anyways go spain PLEASE beat Argentina.
should I do another jude smut but this time it’s set after his loss?? let me knoww 👀 👀
warnings: smut!
you were at a restaurant with both you and jude's friends, laughing and making jokes with them. your boyfriend jude sat next to you at the table. his hand rested on your inner thigh, occasionally squeezing it in comfort.
you had been dragged here by your friends. they'd told you that it would be fun, so you had agreed begrudgingly. jude had agreed to come as well, and he was chatting with his football friends at the other side of the table.
you sat there, sipping your drink and contributing to the conversation. the table was a lively environment, and the talking never seemed to subside. every single time one story or joke was uttered, another one of your friends added on to it. it was already 8pm. you had been here for 2 hours already, and it didn't seem like you were making it home anytime soon.
throughout the whole time though, jude had never stopped touching you in any sort of way. when his hand left your thigh, it moved to snake around your waist, and when he wasn't doing that he was holding your hand. you loved it, and he knew it too.
your back straightened as you adjusted your position in your seat, and jude took your brief moment of silence to lean in, lips touching your ear.
"you look so fucking sexy right now, you know that right?" his low voice spoke, and you shivered slightly. his lips stayed there at your ear for a moment before pulling away, teasing you. you closed your eyes for a second, regaining your composure before opening them again.
you'd continued your conversation after, throwing a warning glance in jude's direction. just then, as you threw your head back in laughter at one of your friend's jokes, you felt jude's hand move upwards slightly. your breath hitched slightly, and you turned to look at him. his lips twitched in a not quite smile, clearly trying to hide his amusement.
he leaned forward and kissed you then, a soft and gentle one, in contrast to what he had said earlier.
"get a room!" your friend said, tossing a clean napkin at you two. you laughed as you broke the kiss with jude.
you'd thought that that would've been the end of it, that he was just simply teasing you for a moment, but oh boy, were you wrong. just as you were in the middle of telling a story, jude's fingers grazed just under the dress you were wearing.
"and so I was li-" you stopped talking for a moment, back straightening as you adjusted your posture, moving away from jude slightly.
"you okay?" your friend asked, looking at you with concern. you could see jude in your peripheral vision doing his best not to laugh, and you'd never wanted to clobber him more.
"I'm fine." you said, taking a sip of your drink. your friend nodded, a bit unconvinced. you continued on your story from before, this time uninterrupted.
"stop it, jude." you murmured under your breath. he smiled in response.
"can't help it, you're just so beautiful." he said under his breath, his teasing touches turning to gentle circles on your thigh.
the night continued on as it was, eventually winding down as you said goodbye to your friends and jude's. the walk back to his place felt unbearably long, especially since you knew what was going to happen once you got back.
once the door clicked shut, you kicked your shoes off impatiently before immediately heading to the bedroom, jude not too far behind you.
you tugged jude into a kiss once you neared the bed. his hands immediately flew to your neck, one hand pulling on your head slightly to deepen the kiss. his tongue made his way into your mouth, devouring you.
“thought of this all night, baby.” he pulled away, his hot breath on your face as one hand drifted to the back of your dress, unzipping it.
his fingers went to pull the dress off you you, revealing yourself to him. he let out a slight groan as he took in the sight, hands going to his own clothes to undress himself. once he did so, he slowly guided you backwards until your legs hit the bed, your back falling onto the mattress gently.
he joined you on it after, the mattress sinking down as he got closer to you. he leaned over you, fingers tracing light patterns across your chest. you let out a slight whine in protest when he didn't do anything and just kept teasing you.
"I'm going to make you see stars, baby." jude said before pushing two fingers inside of your needy pussy. you moaned out in pleasure, writhing on the bed as his fingers worked you over.
"fuck.. so wet for me." he added a third one in, making you gasp out in pleasure as your back arched off the bed. his lips curled into a devilish grin as he watched your reaction to his fingers moving in and out of you at a rapid pace.
"fuck, jude... shit!" you let out a guttural cry as his fingers curled inside of you then, hitting the perfect spot. you were completely lost in the pleasure, panting heavily as your eyes rolled back into your head. you clenched around him, knowing you were close.
just then, jude's fingers pulled out of you. you let out a desperate whine as your eyes shot open, focusing on him.
"need you to come on my cock, baby." he explained, seeing your frustrated expression on your face. he pulled off his boxers, the only remaining article of clothing on him. he then moved closer to you again, teasing you as his tip nudged your entrance.
"fuck, jude. need you inside..." your voice trailed off.
"yeah?" he asked, a groan escaping him as he heard you plead. "how badly do you need me, love?"
"please, jude. need you so bad.. please." you rambled on. jude smiled as he watched you beg him, finally taking pity on you. he finally pushed his cock past your entrance, letting out a groan as your walls clenched around him tightly.
he waited for a moment, until your breathing slowed down to push inside again. you let out a moan, hands gripping the sheets as jude pushed deeper inside of you.
"fuck." he moaned out, hips beginning to move. the headboard banged against the wall as he did so. "feel so good, baby. clenching around my cock like this."
he only picked up the pace, his hips thrusting into you. he pushed your legs up to rest onto his shoulders before thrusting into you again, hitting a deeper angle inside of you. your lips never stopped moving, letting out a series of curses as his hips moved back and forth.
“fuck, jude. feels so good. oh, fuck.” you said.
your hands went to his shoulders, holding on as you felt your own release coming onto you. jude’s thrusts became erratic and rushed as he felt his own release coming onto him.
“shit, jude, i’m coming!” you exclaimed before your eyes closed. you moaned, experiencing your high. jude came right after, spilling into you and filling you up with his cum. he stayed inside of you for a moment, catching his breath before pulling out of you.
“remind me to tease you again if this is how it’s going to end.” he said, and you doubled over in laughter, endorphins still rushing through you. you fell asleep soon after, jude pulling you into his chest as you soundly slept in his arms.
hii!!!! could i ask for a jude blurb pleaseee! its all before the fame, reader and jude go to the same school and they attend some classes together and shes like a year younger and shes just a shy person overall and so sweet to everyone and hes this popular guy!! but hes not mean, hes just as sweet to everyone too. shes had her eyes on him for quite some time now and all her friends know it and have been teasing her about it! like she finds him really pretty and has developed a tiny crush on him 🤭 and whenever they pass each other in the hallway she shyly looks at him!! and OH he notices her!! like he sees the way she looks at him and sliiightly blushes everytime and thinks shes so nonchalant and stuff but literally anybody could see right through her if they just paid attention!!!! and he slowly starts noticing her too, like he also thinks shes really pretty as well and everytime she looks at him he catches her gaze and she just looks away quickly!!!! her friends keep telling her that they are 100% sure he likes her at least a little and she should shoot her shot! but she cant do it!!!! and then one day he just simply walks up to her just SO casually! qnd hes like hi im jude and the convo just starts flowing naturally!!! and u can see that they both have a crush on each other and stuff!!! and their friends are always just teasing them about it because they can see they both really like each other!!!! idk im a sucker for this kind of blurbs 🙂↕️ like just something cute and sweet and shy! please and thank youuu!!!! this was quite long im so sorry! :)))))))
secret admirer - jude bellingham
summary: you'd never thought jude bellingham would notice you, but he finally did one day.
notes: oh my gosh, I’m such a sucker for these types of fics! this request was so fun to write and I hope you enjoy!! I tried incorporating all of the subtle details plus a little of my own, so that's why it turned out long!
also is it just me who does not know who to root for in France vs Spain.. like there's dictator mbappe on one side and then lamine on the other.. I actually can't pick.
warnings: none!
you opened your locker, putting one of your textbooks inside before taking out another for your next class. your friend leaned against the locker wall, telling you about the latest gossip at your school. you listened to her attentively, occasionally letting out a "really?" in surprise before turning back to what you were doing.
suddenly, your friend looked away from you and into the hallway. she nudged your shoulder teasingly, drawing your attention to her.
"two o'clock." she said, and you didn't have to ask her to know who she was talking about. you immediately turned around, and she laughed, murmuring something under her breath before you glared at her. you turned back around to scan the hallway, your eyes falling onto him.
jude bellingham, the most popular, and gorgeous (your opinion, of course) guy on the campus. he had his backpack slung over his shoulder, stopping in the middle of the hallway to dab somebody up before continuing on his walk to class. your eyes never wandered away from him.
you'd constantly told yourself that it was just a silly crush, that you would get over him one day, but that day never came. every passing day, you would still watch as jude made his way through the hallway, his usual route to class.
one day, he would notice you, you thought. one day.
over the next couple of days, nothing changed. every single day, you turned and watched as jude walked down that same hallway. your friends constantly teased you about it all the time, telling you to go up to him and talk to him if you liked him that much, but you always chickened out.
you were running late one day, fumbling with your combination lock, doing your best to not be late for class. you hurriedly grabbed your needed textbook and closed your locker, sprinting down the hallway to make it on time.
as you were running, the hallway mostly empty now that class is almost in session, you locked eyes with jude as he turned the corner, heading the opposite direction. however, it was brief as you tore your eyes away from him, making your way to class.
jude turned back to look at your figure running down the hallway, a curious look on his face. he watched as you disappeared the further you ran, a tiny smile playing on his lips. he turned away, a thoughtful expression on his face as he made his way to his own class.
that brief encounter is all you could think about. jude bellingham had actually looked at you, he knew that you existed now.
the next day, you took your same spot in the third row of your history class, one of the classes you share with jude. you were taking out your notebook when jude entered the room. you glanced up for a second and you froze in your tracks.
you locked eyes with jude again, for the second time this week. he held eye contact with you, not breaking it as he makes his way to his seat in the second row. you looked away after a second or two, cheeks already starting to turn a shade of pink. you thought there was nothing obvious about it, just a simple glance at a fellow classmate, but to anyone else, it was as glaring as a sign taped to your forehead which said "I like Jude!"
at the end of the school day, you were walking with your friends to leave the building. jude was with his own friends, leaning against the wall. his eyes watched you as you walked past him, and one of your friends elbowed you, not even making the motion discrete. jude saw it and smiled. you broke the eye contact again, blushing again.
the second you were out of earshot, your friends immediately started to swarm you. When did this happen? Are you dating him? He totally likes you! Just talk to him already! you were bombarded with relentless talking from all of your friends as you left the building, and you eventually told them everything.
"just shoot your shot with him already! he totally likes you, it's not like you can get rejected or anything." your friend kept on talking from her usual post at your locker. you shook your head at her, turning towards her, but her eyes were somewhere else, at something else behind you. you frowned and turned around, and you stopped breathing for a second.
jude was walking towards you. his friends were gathered near the wall, snickering amongst each other and watching the scene unfold. your friend took his approach as a signal to make a murmured excuse about meeting a teacher before walking away to give you space.
"hey." he said, stopping right in front of you. he was so nonchalant about it, as if his presence wasn't affecting you at all.
"hi." you responded, unsure of what to say.
"I'm Jude." he smiled.
you introduced yourself too, and the conversation between you two flowed naturally. you had natural chemistry with him. you didn't even have to try, the conversation just kept on going and going.
the more you talked to jude, the more you started to like him more. you didn't know a lot of stuff about him before, but now you did. you learned that he plays soccer for the school's team ;)), he had a brother, and more. you also hung out with him outside of school, which is how you met his brother.
both you and jude's friends relentlessly teased the both of you. your cheeks turned pink everytime your friends made fun of you. you even caught glimpses of jude's friends pointing at you and elbowing jude when you pass by.
you're at the park with jude one day, walking side by side. he cracks a joke and you laugh, throwing your head back. you point out the large fountain in the middle of the park, pulling jude along to see it.
"you're supposed to make a wish." you say, already pulling out your wallet from your purse to grab a coin, but jude is faster. his hand grabs yours and he places a coin in it, pulling out another coin for his wish.
"you first." you say, motioning to him to throw it. he does so, closing his eyes as he throws it into the fountain.
"what did you wish for?" you ask. jude turns towards you at the question, a smile playing at his lips.
"I wished.." his voice trails off, and he grabs your hand. suddenly, you forget completely about making your own wish as the only thing you can think about is how close he is to you.
"for the girl who's standing in front of me to go on a date with me." he admits. your breath hitches, and jude waits anxiously, his eyes looking over your face for any sign of a rejection.
"you didn't need to wish for that." you say, and close the final distance between you two, your lips meeting his.
the kiss is soft, and everything you've ever dreamed of. your arms wrap around his neck, and his around your waist. he smiles against your lips before pulling away for air. you smile back at him, and pull him in for another kiss. the world fades around you two, and the only thing you can think about is how happy you are in that moment now.
summary: it’s your boyfriend’s birthday, and lamine has more than just dinner in his mind.
notes: he’s 19 now omg! also can we talk about the first photo.. 😛😛
also I apologize, i tried making the food descriptions and ended up sounding like a food critic 😬
sorry for the wait on the requests, they'll be out starting tomorrow!
warnings: smut!!
it was your boyfriend's birthday today, and you were going out with him to celebrate the occasion.
"happy 19th, lamine!" you said, hugging him once you saw him.
"gracias, mi amor." he said, kissing you on the forehead lightly before escorting you inside of the restaurant. inside, the lights were dimmed down low and a waiter brought you two to your table, one next to the window.
it was a nice, candle-lit restaurant nestled in one of the city's quieter roads. the table was adorned with a lace tablecloth and a bread basket in the middle, accompanied by a tiny table light next to it. lamine, being the gentleman that he was, pulled out your chair for you. you sat across from him, opening the menu.
you'd picked this place after seeing it on the internet, deciding it would be the perfect place to celebrate lamine's birthday at.
you and lamine both read over the menu before deciding on a bottle of wine to start the evening off.
you clinked your glass with his, raising it in a simple toast.
“happy birthday, future husband.” you joked, taking a sip from your glass. lamine smiled, a huge grin you almost never got to see in public.
your fingers were laced with his on the table, talking softly as you waited for the food. the night went on, a comfortable and calm feeling settling over your table. your soft laughter overlapped with the sound of a piano playing in the background. lamine admired you while you kept on talking about something you found funny the other day, not noticing that he was only half listening to you.
when the food did arrive, it was nothing short of your expectations. you had ordered a creamy pasta dish along with a medium rare steak, knowing the restaurant’s amazing reputation for it.
it was delicious, to say the least. the pasta was perfectly cooked and well seasoned, while the steak was the perfect blend of flavors. you were definitely going to leave a great review at the end of the day.
you held onto lamine’s arm as you two exited the restaurant, heading back to his place to end the night. the suggestive smirk he gave you as he opened the door made it clear that you weren’t going to bed anytime soon.
the second the door closed behind you, lamine pushed you against it, pulling you into a rough kiss. his lips were soft, and he tasted like the wine you'd consumed earlier. when his tongue made its way into your mouth, you gasped, hands flying to his messy curls.
he tapped your thigh gently, signaling you to jump. you did so, and his steady arms wrapped around your legs, already moving towards the bedroom. he let you down gently, his body covering yours as he laid you down on the bed.
his hand slipped under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. your back arched involuntarily, and he smiled as his lips attached at your neck, kissing your jawline. his hands were wandering along your body, making you shiver as his fingertips grazed the place where you needed him most.
your hands went to his shirt, taking a fistful of it and tugging up gently, a telltale sign you wanted it off. lamine pulled away for a moment to take it off before his lips were at your neck again. your mouth opened, forming an "o" shape as he nipped lightly at your pulse point.
his hands were gentle as he pulled lightly at the top of your shirt. he looked at you, waiting for your nod before he took it off. he took off his own pants, and then your bra joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. his mouth attached onto your breast and you forgot how to think.
his tongue circled your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. one of his hands left your hip to massage the other breast, fingers working at it until you were left gasping for more.
he then moved to your pants, unbuttoning them. he pulled them down slowly, too slowly, and you huffed before pulling them off yourself, earning a chuckle from him. you slid off your underwear too, leaving yourself fully bare before him.
for a second, he just looked at you. you swallowed anxiously as his eyes raked over every part of you, eventually landing on your face. he held eye contact with you for a second before moving himself down on the bed. his hands gently pushed your thighs apart, placing light kisses on the inside of your thighs.
then, his tongue slid up your center and you arched off the bed, hips jerking up. his hands held your thighs open as he did it again. then, his tongue found your clit, and you moaned out in pleasure, hands flying out to tug at his hair.
he then added one finger inside of you, pushing inside your folds before curling it. you swear you saw stars for a moment. he added a second one, and his mouth continued the rhythm back from before. you were lost in ecstasy, eyes rolling back into your head, repeating "oh, shit" "oh my gosh, lamine" over and over again.
you were close. you knew it, and lamine knew it too. instead of slowing down though, he only sped up his movements. you were left panting on the sheets with lamine making no effort to stop.
your thighs shook as you finally came, waves of pleasure hitting you as you moaned loudly. still, he didn't let up, mouth still on you as he worked you through it.
when you looked back up at him, he smiled like he had just won the lottery. you pulled him up and kissed him, your mouths moving together as his tongue slid against yours. you knew what he wanted next, and so you rolled him under you as you straddled him, pulling his boxers down and freeing his painfully hard cock.
his hands held your hips as you lifted yourself over him, positioning yourself. you took a deep breath before sinking down on him, letting out a gasp as you do so.
you would never get used to his size. no matter how many times you and lamine had done this before, the slight burn that came with the stretch would always accompany it. you sucked a breath in through your teeth as you sank down on him further. he groaned, a low sound which reverberated through the bedroom.
"fuck.. too big, lamine." you moaned.
he smirked, watching you try and take all of him. he clearly found it amusing, how you were struggling because he was that big.
"you can take it, amor." he breathed out, his own voice turning shaky. with a newfound sense of confidence, you tried again, this time taking all of him. you took a moment to feel the slight burn before trying to move again.
you rose up before sinking back down on him again, the friction sending sparks through you. you were left breathless as you threw your head back to moan. you got ready to set the pace, rising up again.
you set a rapid pace, riding him with a higher intensity now that you had adjusted to his size. the lewd noises of your bodies meeting filled the room, and lamine's hips moved up slightly, reaching that angle which made your eyes roll back. his eyes went down to watch your breasts, watching them bounce as you rode him.
his hands began to guide you as you began to tire out. he helped you with the work, holding your hips as his hips thrusted forward. he kissed you then, his hands going to your hair and pulling on it.
"fuck, lamine, I'm coming." you said after breaking the kiss, head tilting back as you reached your climax.
lamine watched as you fell apart, chasing his own release. he thrusted into you again and again, until he stilled completely at the feeling of you clenching around him. he opened his mouth to release a loud moan as he reached his own peak.
neither of you moved after. you were breathing heavily, closing your eyes as the waves of pleasure disappeared, one by one. lamine was just as breathless as you were.
slowly, you pulled yourself off of him, collapsing against the sheets next to him. you turned yourself onto your side to face him, and he was already facing you. you both laid there for a while, until your breathing returned back to normal.
later that night, after lamine had taken proper care of you, the normal post sex routine, you were curled up against his chest in bed. you were cuddling with him, about to fall asleep. but before you did, you turned around to face him.
"happy birthday, lamine." you said again, and he pulled you into a soft kiss. no tongue this time, just a gentle one which left you with butterflies in your stomach.
"get some rest, amor." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. you fell asleep against him not that much later, and lamine whispered a soft "te amo" under his breath before doing so too.
summary: you share a quiet morning with lamine after his world cup match.
notes: why does no one write anything for lamine 😔😔 I'm actually torn between rooting for Spain or England ugh
also it’s his birthday tomorrow!! you best believe i have a fic ready for the birthday boy 😛
warnings: none! just pure, tooth rotting fluff
the morning light slowly made its way into your bedroom. the chaos from the day before had subsided, and you woke to the feeling of lamine's arms around your waist, grounding you.
your head was resting on his chest, and underneath the covers your legs were tangled together with his. he wasn't up yet, probably still worn out from his recent game.
you turned your body to face him, fabric rustling as you glimpsed at your sleeping boyfriend. his arms around you tightened subconsciously as you admired him, moving a curl out of his face. his scent, a mix of his signature cologne and something that's uniquely him, filled your senses as you took a deep breath in.
his eyes slowly fluttered open, registering your face in front of his. he smiled, a lazy grin which made your heart flutter.
"good morning, mi amor." he murmured, voice still laced with sleep. his arms loosened slightly around your waist and he pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your forehead.
"good morning." you spoke. a yawn escaped your lips before you could stop it. lamine smiled at it, one of his hands moving to caress your face.
"you look so beautiful right now." he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. outside, the city was beginning to come alive, full of early risers heading to their jobs. however, your room with lamine remained a bubble of calmness and serenity.
he moved to kiss you, but you moved your head back, giggling slightly. his eyebrows furrowed slightly as his facial features contorted into confusion.
"I have morning breath, lamine." you said, thinking it would discourage his efforts. instead, lamine looked at you like you'd said something entirely ridiculous, and to him, it was.
"mi amor, I don't care. you're perfect." he spoke. this time, when he leaned in to kiss you, you didn't pull away. lamine smiled against your mouth the second your lips met. his thumb traced tiny circles along your waist as you kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck.
"I love you." you said once you broke away from the kiss for air. lamine's lips curved into a full-blown grin at your words.
"Yo también te amo, mi amor." (I love you too, my love) he said, and he pulled you in for another kiss. once the two of you separated again, he wrapped both of his arms around you, the position resembling a hug.
you tucked your head in his chest, and he began to play with your hair, curling it around his finger before letting it go and doing it again. you loved spending slow mornings with lamine. he was yours, and you were his. you wouldn't want it to be anything else.
summary: your boyfriend scored two goals against norway in the world cup quarterfinals, so you decide to reward him.
notes: first fic and it’s with jude! had to write this after seeing the game with norway 😛
warnings: smut!
you stood in the stands, cheering loudly. your boyfriend was playing against norway in the World Cup quarterfinals, and you were cheering him on. "bellingham 10" was displayed proudly on your back as your eyes scanned the pitch for him.
there he was. he was running down the field, gesturing to his teammate to pass him the ball. you watched in anticipation as he received the ball, then moved forward, dribbling past two defenders and shooting. the keeper lunged to block it, but the ball slipped past his fingers, touching the net.
you jumped up from your seat in excitement and celebrated with the people sitting next to you. this was jude's second goal, and you were beyond proud of him for it. you also knew that he was definitely going to celebrate with you later that night.
the match ended in a 2-1 win for england after extra time. you waited by the player's tunnel as jude exited the pitch, quickly kissing him and whispering a suggestive “see you after the game”, winking at him before he was pulled away by his teammates to celebrate.
you made your way back to you and jude's hotel room, knowing he would be held back for a little by post game interviews and to finish up with his teammates. while you were waiting for jude, you decided to surprise him with a treat once he got back. you had packed a dark red lingerie set with white lace in your suitcase for this exact reason, in england's colors. you put it on thinking of jude, and you couldn't wait for him to come back.
you were scrolling through your Instagram feed when the lock clicked open, signaling Jude’s arrival. you quickly positioned yourself on the bed, waiting for him to make his way towards the bed.
“baby?” jude called out as he dropped his duffel bag near the door.
he stopped straight in his tracks the moment he saw you on the bed, his eyes appreciating every aspect of you before he smiled that devilish grin of his which had always made your heart skip a beat.
“all for me, huh?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he made his way towards you. you stood up from your position on the bed, grabbing the neckline of his shirt to pull him in.
“you did so good today, jude.” is all you said before you started to pepper kisses along his neck, making sure you paid special attention to the spot where his neck meets his jaw, which made him groan slightly. you made a particularly noticeable mark there before breaking away to make eye contact with jude.
his eyes were already hooded, clouded with lust and desire. he swallowed as you sunk to your knees in front of him, hands already going to pull down his shorts.
“baby..” he practically whispered out as you pull down his boxers down, revealing his already rock hard cock.
“shh.” you reassured him as you make eye contact. “you were so amazing today, jude.” you spat on your hand, spreading it around on his cock before you licked the tip, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the pre-cum. jude let out a low moan at your actions, his hands going to grab your hair and pull it into a makeshift ponytail for you.
you opened your mouth wide and took him inside, letting out a tiny whimper once his cock hit the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, but you focused on breathing through your nostrils before you started to work his cock.
jude lets out a guttural moan as you began to bob up and down, swirling your tongue against his tip before licking the underside of his shaft.
“f-fuck, baby. feels s-so good.” are the only words he managed to get out before you took him in again, working him to his climax. his length hit the back of your throat again, and you moan against his cock, the vibration causing jude to curse under his breath before using his grip on your hair to tug you closer.
your right hand squeezed his balls as your left latched onto his thigh, grounding yourself as you took your mouth away. you spat on his length again before enveloping him inside your mouth again, making his eyes roll back.
you looked up through your eyelashes at him while you were working him, and you’ve never seen a prettier sight.
jude bellingham was reduced to pieces, courtesy of your work. his head was thrown back in pleasure as his hips rutted forward, desperate for more.
“please baby, oh fuck.” are the words he kept on repeating as you continued to pleasure him. it’s as if he’s incapable of thinking of any other words to speak. you could tell that he’s close - his cock twitched in your mouth slightly and his legs trembled, signaling he was about to come.
his hand kept your head still. he was completely vocal now, something you love about him during sex. his moans grew louder and he pulled your head off his cock before pushing you back onto it again. you moaned around him again, helping him reach his climax.
“fuck, baby I’m coming” are his only words before he threw his head back again, moaning as thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your mouth. you did your best to swallow it all, making sure to not leave a single drop anywhere.
jude slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two. jude’s eyes softened, a look of love and adoration in his eyes before he smiles at you.
“you did so good, baby.” jude said to you before pulling you up to your own feet.
“round two?” he asks you, raising his eyebrows suggestively. you pull him in for a kiss, and you know for sure that you’re not getting any sleep that night.
pixelskylines
andulkaphoto
vaporwave
gracieabrams
snowghoul
