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versace feat. cillian murphy

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jude belligham

↳ that way

virgil van dijk

↳ party

[riesread]

JUDE BELLINGHAM | ep 2: Out Of The Floodlights

gifs by judebellswife. give credit if use!

[suckmyarschkarte]

2023 / 2024

[rougereds]

SCOUSER IN THE TEAM HE’S NOT GOING ANYWHERE

[chanelsweetx]

LOSS, JUDE BELLINGHAM

today jude had a game, you had stayed home because you were feeling slightly under the weather but you had promised him that you would watch from your bed.

as you watched you saw as the other team was aggressive and talented, as jude’s team fought hard they unfortunately faced a loss. the look of defeat etched on jude’s face made your stomach sink. you knew the stadium was a couple hours away, so you had to wait but in the meantime you texted him a short message,

‘good job today baby, i’m sorry you guys lost. you played really well i love you 💕’

as you sent the message jude immediately read it but never responded. you furrowed your brows at this, jude always responded. you turned off you phone and rolled over to blow your nose with the tissues on the bedside table. you hear the door slam but no jude.

you stepped out of bed your sock-clad feet tapping softly against the hardwood floors. you see jude standing in the kitchen, zoned out, eyes watery. “hey jude,” you start, placing a soft hand on his shoulder before he cuts you off “god yn! leave me alone!” he quickly storms off to your shared bedroom. the yelling had startled you and made your oncoming headache worse. you knew something was wrong so you weren’t mad, more concerned.

you softly walked over to the bedroom and opened the door slowly, you saw jude sat on the floor near the end of the bed. his shaky hands were pulling at his curly hair, he had tears rolling down his face as he struggled to breathe. “hey hey jude,” you sit in front of him and grab his hands out of his hair, holding them. he looks into your eyes “i- i- sor- can’t- breathe” “i know baby your gonna try to follow my breathing okay?” he softly nods his head in understanding, you place his hands on your chest. you take slow breaths as he follows “what happened baby?” you ask him as his breathing had regulated but he was still sobbing. “i-i played so bad and i knew you and jobe were watching. i disappointed everyone-“ you noticed as he started panicking again “jude you played great, you didn’t disappoint anyone, if anything you inspired jobe he has an amazing brother who although he was losing he fought his hardest to win for his team, that’s what makes a good football player, and you’re an amazing one i pinky promise” a smile broke out on his face as you held out your pinky he interlocked his pinky with you “im really sorry i yelled earlier” he sayed and he stuffed his head into your chest. “it’s okay baby it just made my heard hurt a little bit” he immediately shot up “are you okay? do you need anything? i’ll go get you-“ he rambles “baby im fine” “are you sure?” he grabs your hands, “positive” you confirmed “does this mean i can’t kiss you?” he sighs “not on the lips” you inform him, he softly kisses your forehead “can we lay down? i’m really tired after that.” he asks “let’s have a shower first jude, i’ll wash your hair for you.” he smiles “i’ll wash your hair for you too” he encourages rushing over to the bathroom and getting undressed.

“are you sure you’re okay?” jude asks while scrubbing the shampoo through the roots of your hair “yes, this feels nice, i just have a headache and stuffy nose.” you inform you “okay how about you take some medicine before we go to sleep” jude says grabbing the shower head and rinsing your hair out “i love your hair,” he compliments smiling as you turn around “thank you,” you blush “i love your hair too” you say kissing his cheek.

after your shower jude walks downstairs and gets you some medicine and water “here you go darling,” he hands them to you, “thank you” you kiss his nose. you guys then lay down holding jude to your chest. “i’m really proud of you jude, i love you” you kiss the top of his head “thank you, i love you more”

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𝜗𝜚 princess |

chapter 1 - “Mother…you can not be serious!”

❀ pairing : jude bellingham x fem!reader

from royal enemies, to prince and princess of madrid. what will happen when two royalties at each other’s necks are forced to be lovebirds?

Y/n’s pov:

“Mother…you can not be serious!” you almost retched at the thought of being married to…Jude? Sure, it would be good for the family, royalty marrying royalty, it would set a powerful image for you both. But…you both hated each other! You were constantly at each other’s necks, eyeing each other during ceremonies, flashing dirty looks and constantly make fun of each other’s outfits. Imagine that to marriage, it would be horrific! You tried to reason yourself with your stubborn mother, telling her multiple times that you could wait a for more years, or she could just pick another damn man! But, of course, she held a grudge. Your mother was always like this, that’s really why your quite closed off, another thing Jude teases you about.

“You have to darling! Isn’t he handsome?” your mother smiles sheepishly at the multiple photos she had propped up of my- “Future husband!” she almost squeals, shoving the photo of him in my face.

At this point, she should marry him.

I wince at the what seemed like tall man, dressed in a black suit. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and his skin was glistening against the sun’s light. He… was really beautiful.

Wait- no! You can not be thinking about him like this! You hate him, he is quite utterly a bitch!

But you couldn’t stop staring at his figure, the suit almost too tight for him, hugging his muscles. You could almost drool at the photo… “And we’ve already got everything planned! The ceremony, the dress, your shared house! You guys are going to be a great couple!” you mother interrupts your train of thought, making you wince at her overly-excited voice. “Yeah…it would be great if it was real.” you mumble under your breath. Her head snaps, and she faces you, her demeanour now changed completely into a more serious look.

“Look, I know you don’t want this. But- but…” she clicks her tongue, trying to find the right words, “But, look, it would be great for you too. You would have your life all set, and your both royalty. You would be: ‘Prince and Princess of Madrid!” she giggles, shaking me in excitement but my face only saddened.

Why did shit have to go do fast?

You only huff in response, almost hightailing to your room. You slam shut the door behind you, before plopping onto the bed. You sigh loudly, tracing your hands along your silk sheets.

Soon you weren’t going to be in this room, you were going to have one of the people you hate most next to you. You were going to have a house, together, and you were going to be forced into ‘love’.

Your mother ordered you to connect your relationship with him, even though she was fully aware you both hated each other. She told you to try your best with him, but the only the thing that was on your mind was,

what if he didn’t do the same?

[dontexpectmuch]

next to you - chris brown ft. justin bieber.

you will always stay by his side, even when one day the sky comes falling down.

***

you two have always dreamed of this moment, picturing any possible scenario of this exact outcome.

jude always told you how far away this dream of his seemed, how winning the champions league is nit something everyone can witness. he told you many times that it was one of his biggest dreams ever since he was just a little boy. smiling at you as you laid in his arms, jude promised you to win it one day, not only for himself, but also for you, the one thatt always stayed by his side and helped him get through the toughest times during his career.

i pray to god everyday, that you keep that smile.

those times now feel like a distant dream, a memory that you cherish to visit whenever you think of jude and your past relationship. everything was perfect, the two of you fit together like nothing else.

but you were also young, naīve and insecure. being together with one of the best youngsters, who also happened to be quite handsome came with many difficulties that you did not know about before. jude always tried to remind you of how you were the only one for him, his dream person and the one he would go any length for.

you are my dream, there’s not a thing i won’t do, i’ll give my life up for you. ‘cause you are my dream.

even though you were mentally prepared, the break up still hurt like hell. it was a mutual decision, jude no longer wanted to keep you hurting with all the attention he got due to bis rising popularity. and you could no longer handle all the mean comments made about you inline day by day. silent tears and desperation between your words filled the air as you got up to pack your things you had brought for the weekend. his parents and brother were gone and you wanted to spend some alone time together before he got busy again.

the tension was thick, no one dares to say anything, unsure of what to do next. your heart was beating so loud that your ears started to hurt, you felt hot and cold and your hands were shaking as you put the last piece inside your bag. shouldering it you moved to the front door, looking back one last time before leaving your now ex boyfriend, probably for ever.

jude sat down on the couch in the living room, blankly staring at the floor. he promised you to stay next to you no matter what, and now he feels angry at himself for not keeping this promise. his heart feels like it is being poked by a dagger over and over again. yet it would not pierce through, not granting him any kind of relief from this immense feeling of pain and loss.

i’ll be there when you’re insecure, let you know that you’re always lovely, ‘cause you are the only thing that i got right now.

now it has been a year since the last time he got to hold you, bury his nose in your hair and close his eyes in the comfort of his own bed.

it has been a year full of ups and downs, important decisions and big changes. he finally made his dream come true by signing for real madrid. he played one of his best, if not the best, season of his life and met incredible people and players who helped him improve a lot.

the best part of this year definitely is hearing the final whistle of the match, signaling that he indeed won his very first champions league match against his former club. the cheers around him, from both the fans and his teammates filled his ears as he fell down to his knees, his heart racing against his chest. tears sting his eyes as he slowly realized what actually just had happened. he fulfilled one of his biggest childhood dreams. not only that, but he also was able to do this while his parents and brother were watching him.

you were also there, he knew.

of course you were, you promised him that you would be there for him if he was ever reaching the final. you texted him first, congratulating him when he won the semi-final.

one day, when the sky is fallin’, i’ll be standing right next to you, right next to you.

he offered you tickets to watch him play, alongside his family like the old times. you wanted to decline, though jude was very stubborn and even told his mother to tell you that you have to accept his offer, which you then did after denise talked to you.

your eyes were following him as he walks towards were you and his family were standing, gold medal adoring his neck, his smile reaching his ears and eyes shining bright. you feel yourself smiling as well, happy for him as if you had one the league yourself.

his family let you know that they are going down to meet him, asking if you wanted to tag along, which you politely declined. you didn’t want to be seen next to him, if you were honest. the past comments about you back then still haunted you at times. you were happy with just watching him enjoy his time, past feelings for him resurfacing.

your eyes meet, he just stands there, his arms hanging by his side as he look at you intensely. you mirrored his gaze, taking in his muscular body. he was still the same jude that you fell for all those years ago, just more mature and handsome. he was still the same jude you dreamed of the past year, the one whose pictures you looked at when you deeply missed his presence in your day.

his gaze softened, and he took a step forward, as if wanting to get closer to you.

nothing will ever come between us, ‘cause i’ll be standing right next to you, right next to you.

he came to a halt when jobe jumped on him, arms around his neck and shoulders as he congratulated his elder brother. judes gaze went to him, his smile widening even more if that was possible as he returned his brothers hug. his parents also hugged him, the family shared their happiness together on the field.

you smiled at that sight, remembering the times when you were part of their group hugs.

seeing him win was all you wanted, and now that you did, you decide it is finally time for you to leave. you had a long way back home and wanted to go to bed as soon as possible. so, without any further delay, you turn around and leave the stadium, carefully trying not to bump into any cheering fans.

and with your back turned away at the field, you do not see judes desperate eyes following your body, wishing that you were also here to celebrate with him.

i’ll be there, i’ll be there.

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happy for jude! so a cute drabble for you! comments are appreciated 🥹

[hypnotiiize]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

In the beginning Jude had been tentative. Playing with the skin on his nails, he would bring the topic up slyly and then go quiet when the conversation got too real: Kids. Children. A baby. 

She knew that he wanted three kids– a boy, two girls, the same as her– as he wouldn’t shut up about it when they were younger. Now it all seemed too real to him, she supposed. 

His full lower lip would stick out in what his wife called a pout and he would search his right and left for something to toy with. If he reminded himself to do neither then his leg would start bobbing. If he stopped his leg then he would change his seating position frequently, too fidgety to stay still. 

She told him that there was no rush. They’d just gotten married. They were both young. Children could wait. 

He’d gotten ahead of himself. Grateful for her support, he placed his palm behind her head and brought her lips to his in what became a searing kiss. His hands dropped to her neck, then to her waist, then he stopped kissing her to watch her eyelashes flutter against the apples of her cheeks. Snow glazed over their windows, the glare from their tree lights melting it quickly. Inside the home, the fire burned slowly. 

She found out in February. Someone off-handedly mentioned a glow about her, only to be taken aback when she gasped raggedly in response. 

He found out later that day. She sat him down and, now, she fidgeted instead. He wrapped an arm around her and asked what was wrong. When he tried to pull her into his lap and she resisted, his lips parted. Wracking his brain, he asked if he had done something and all she could do was shake her head. He moved her hair out of her face as he waited for her answer. 

Two fragile words left her lips. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe. He repeated the words back to her, a breathless whisper. She nodded. 

The realization hit him in waves. She was pregnant. She was pregnant and he was going to be a father. Possibly, most pertinently, she was pregnant and he was going to be a father and he wanted to leap for joy and shout it from the rooftop of their house. She was pregnant and he was going to be a father and he was ecstatic about it and oh my God she was carrying their child as they spoke.

Her eyes widened when he slid his hand over her midriff softly. So soft that she would not have felt it had she not watched his actions. She watched his eyes flit back and forth, putting something together privately. Then he kissed her, enfolding her body into the sofa and sheltering her form with his.

Their baby would want for nothing, he promised himself. He would be the best father ever. He would be at every game, every talent show, and everything else the kid would want to do. 

Matthew was born on a chilly night in September. Jude remembered the loud cry that quietened when their son was finally placed in his mother’s arms. She welcomed him to the world and the baby all but sighed, snuggling into the familiar warmth of his mother. 

Jude remembered that she always had a way with their son. Frowns turned into smiles when she would so much as hum. The baby was wrapped around her finger just as much as she was his tiny one. 

He struggled not to be jealous of the immediate affection between the two. It always took him a second longer than her. He could make a bottle, but not as fast. He could change a diaper, but not as quickly. He was there every step of the way for his son. Just not as swiftly. 

She had no idea. He smiled whenever the baby responded to her and only her, laughed when their son gripped onto her index finger and wouldn’t let go. She was caught up in the whirl of new motherhood– constant mess, little to no sleep, frantic worrying– to focus on anything other than their son. 

He understood that. In fact, he hated himself more for being so acutely aware of his own feelings during this time. Regardless, he would swallow, smile, and kiss his wife goodnight. He would not burden her, he decided. He would just try harder to connect with his son, whose little head would turn toward his mother’s presence even when Jude was cradling him against his bare chest. 

Matthew’s piercing cry awoke the couple. Having just fell asleep, she could only crack one eye open enough to catch her husband hoisting himself up drowsily. He murmured something to her about taking care of it and darkness engulfed her once more.

She was awoken some time later by the same shrill call that made her senses go haywire. This time, the baby sounded closer. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes just as the bedroom door opened. 

Her husband was walking toward her, holding their son out to her. 

“He won’t stop crying. Please.” His voice cracked. 

She grabbed their son and tried to calm him down as he went on, speaking in a low timbre. 

Jude rubbed the back of his head. “I tried to feed him, I changed him, we went for a walk around the house. I don’t know…” 

She nodded and held her son close to her chest. She rocked him in a familiar rhythm– Staying Alive by the Beegees. After rocking him to the mental ah ah ahs didn’t work, she spoke to him in a whisper. Still, he cried. She pouted and kissed his head. 

“He seems a little colicky, baby,” she informed her husband through a yawn. She thought back to seven years prior, when her Godson had been a newborn and scream-cried in the early hours of the morning. Matthew’s cries were similar. She kissed her poor baby’s cheek and held him tighter. “We just have to wait it out.” 

It was only then that she looked up at her husband who sat at her feet. Her lips fell apart at the tear that glistened along Jude’s cheek.

She leaned forward. “Baby, what happened? Are you okay?”

Jude shook his head then palmed his forehead. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“No, why are you crying? What happened?” she pressed.

He blinked extra hard, willing the truth to surface. Salt-flavored tears fell. 

“I just. I just thought he was crying because of something I did. And I swore I did everything right but I couldn’t… I wouldn’t be able to breathe if I hurt him. I just–” The corners of his full lips quivered, guilt clawing its way up his soul. He placed his head in his hands.

“Jay,” she mumbled and kicked the covers off. She scooted down the bed carefully, crying baby still firmly in the crevice of her right arm. Her left hand reached out, finding his and caressing his knuckles. “It’s not your fault. He’s okay. You didn’t do anything.”

Jude looked up, finally. The tip of his nose was beet red. “Yeah, but what if I did? What if I give him too much milk? Or– or too little? What if his bath water is too hot? I just– he deserves someone who knows what they’re doing.”

She rubbed his chest, hot from the burning mix of emotions. “He deserves you. You’re such a good dad, Jay, you’re the best dad. It’s okay if you make some mistakes.”

“It’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

Jude shook his head, mumbling due to the pinching feeling at the back of his throat. “No, it’s not. No it’s not, because you’re not making these mistakes and it all comes so easily to you and no matter how much I read those books I would never have been able to tell that he was cowlick or something because I’m just– My brain doesn’t work like that. He deserves someone else. I’m too–” He bit his lip. His nostrils flared as a new wave of tears overcame him. “I’m just dumb and it’s not clicking for me. I try so hard. I try and try. I love him with everything in me and he just doesn’t love me like he loves you and now I don’t even know how to soothe him when he’s crying. I’m a horrible father, oh my God.”

Her first feeling was panic. For a split second, she wanted to dig her nails into his arm to ensure that he would not leave. The next second, she wanted to cry for even thinking that thought. 

“No you’re not. Don’t say that,” was all she could manage at first. She rubbed his cheek. “You’re an excellent father, Jude. I’m in awe of you most times. You don’t freak out when there’s spit-up or poop or pee on you. You wake up every night to be with him. You put him to sleep in, like, five seconds! You’re having a breakdown because you can’t fathom the idea of hurting him in any way. You’re so good. He doesn’t need someone who knows everything, he needs someone willing to love him with all of their heart and he has that in you. We can learn along the way.” 

“He doesn’t like me,” said Jude, shaking his head.

Her jaw dropped. “What do you mean he doesn’t like you?! He adores you!” 

Jude sniffled, not fully taking heed of his wife’s words of encouragement. His eyes flitted to his weeping son whose bottom lip began to quiver. This was a different form of a cry, he realized. 

“He’s getting cold, baby,” Jude informed his wife quickly. 

She blindly felt around the bed for something to wrap their son in. 

“See? You caught that so fast,” she commended, fingers brushing against something that she could not yet see. She covered Matthew’s small form quickly then concentrated on her husband, rubbing his shoulder. Her ring finger glittered in the pale moonlight. 

Jude wasn’t responding. His brown eyes stared off into space. She could see him working his jaw the same way he would all those years ago. No longer was he her husband. Now, he was an insecure eighteen-year-old, tall and anxious and not quite sure where he fit in. She thought about what would have gotten eighteen-year-old Jude out of the rut and then she contemplated calling one of his friends for a pep talk. Trent was a father, too– but she knew that this was too personal. This was not a matter of friendly advice. This was a matter of her husband not feeling worthy.

Then, wails became cries. Cries became sniveling. Sniveling turned into whimpering.

She looked down at her son in amazement. She finally saw what she had wrapped around her baby. 

Experimentally, she pulled the cloth from him and his cries picked up. She grabbed something else and wrapped it around him, and if Matthew could speak he would have cursed at her. She grimaced as his legs kicked, strong for such a small human. She tried one more new object then gave in, finding the fabric she had originally cocooned him in. She placed his arms down and swaddled him, giggling softly when he went from full screaming to whimpering at once.

She tapped her husband who gently blinked himself out of his trance. 

“Look,” she began, holding Matthew out. “Look what got him to stop crying.”

Jude grasped his son, supporting his head and neck expertly. He lightly tugged on the cloth around the baby before peeking back at his spot on the bed. 

The corner of his mouth tugged up. “Is this my pajama shirt?” he asked. 

She grinned so big that her tongue was between her teeth. “Of course it is.”

Jude smiled slyly. 

His son yawned, then. A big one, where his nostrils flared and his eyes squinted and his fingers spread out. In the next moment, he gripped onto his father’s t-shirt with one sure fist. 

Jude chewed on his bottom lip to keep from crumbling further. He placed a soft kiss to his son’s cheek, then laughed a tad when he saw the corner of Matthew’s mouth frown. 

“He’s about to start crying again,” he knew.

“Quick! Rock him!” said his wife.

Jude stood, baby in his arms, and swayed. Under his breath, he sang Staying Alive. Matthew’s eyes would droop with every ah ah ah ah that came and then widen if Jude stopped singing for even half a second. 

She stood, too. She danced with her boys until Matthew was fully asleep, and then she pressed her lips to her husband’s. 

“I love you sooo much,” she told him. “And still, that baby loves you way more than me. Believe me.” 

Later, when he was putting Matthew back in his crib, he straightened up and noticed the ice along the baby’s window. He walked over and tapped his index finger against it, remembering the ice from the year before. 

Before, when it was just the two of them. When they were buying gifts for all of their friends. When the eggnog was in full swing. When the thought of children would make him squirm. 

He rubbed his fingers against the window, smiling when the tips of his fingers came back cold. He took one last look at his son wrapped in his grey Spider-man shirt. He loved that shirt and no one but him could wear it– he had once gotten in an argument with his friend because he’d pretended to spill ice cream cake on it. But he was more than happy to pass it on to his son.

He crossed the hallway to his room and tried to lay down. Two minutes later, he found himself back in his son’s room. He rolled Matthew’s crib across the hall, through the door, and around to his side of the bed. 

When he fell asleep, one hand through the bars of the crib and holding onto his son, he knew for sure that he didn’t know what he did to deserve the life he lived.

But he would do his best to live up to it.

[judes-hoe-deactivated20250226]

Dad vibes ~ JB5

Parrings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ laying in bed with Jude after the parade, you keep seeing pictures of him on instagram and he looks like a dad which turns you on!

Warnings ~ p in v(unprotected wrap it before ya tap it!!!), breeding kink, belly bulge-ish kink, pregnancy talk!

A/N ~ he was so hot

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You’d stayed home while Jude went to the parade. You had a bunch of things to do around the house and thought it was the perfect time to do them.

You’d seen a few clips here and there of the parade and did Jude looks sexy! He almost reminded you of a dad which kinda turned you on.

Night time rolled around about 10pm. Jude was home and you were both in bed cuddling but on your phones, Jude showing you stuff from the parade here and there. You kept seeing things from the parade and seeing Jude with the glasses and shirt tucked into the pants…it turned you on.

“You looked so hot today” you said putting your phone down kissing Judes chest to get his attentions “yeah?” He smirked at you. “Yup, you almost looked like a dad at a kids party, turned me on a little.” I whispered while kissing his neck now. “You saying you wanna make me a dad?” He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “I mean I wouldn’t complain.” I smirk at him.

Jude was flipping you over so fast. “Darling you’re in for it.” He kissed you neck taking yours(his) shirt off. He attached his mouth to your boobs that was now exposed. “Want me to make you a mommy?” He said his breeding kink now coming into play. “Yes!” You whine.

He smirks and takes your panties off while taking his boxers off. “You thinking about me being a dad got you this wet!” He said looking at your core that’s practically dripping. “Told you it turned me on?” You shrug at him.

He leans down and licks up your slit tasting you, he lets out a groan at your taste. “Fuck you taste better and better every time.” He groaned coming back to kiss you. He took this opportunity to push his cock inside. “Fuck” you moan out feeling the sudden stretch.

He gives you a second before starting to speed up his thrust. “Gonna make you a mommy, fuck a baby into you.” He groans in your ear. “Yes…please!” You moan out scratching at his back. “Get you nice and round in a few months?” He said teasing you as he felt you clench around him at his words. “Right here?” He pushed on your lower stomach making you feel him in your stomach, your eyes fluttered at the feeling.

“Yeah feel me there, that’s were out baby’s gonna be.” He whispered in your ear. You keep clenching around him at his words. “Fuck Jude, gonna cum!” You moan out scratching his back up. “Cum for me baby right behind you.” He said, thrust getting sloppy.

You cum around his cock eyes fluttering, Jude continues his thrust before he does one last deep one. Cumming inside you who’s a low groan and did a few more thrust making sure it stayed before pulling out.

“Did such a good job baby.” he said kissing your forehead before getting up. He went to the bathroom cleaning himself before grabbing a nice warm cloth and coming to wipe you up.

“Did so good.” He said kissing your thighs as he wiped around your pussy and wiped your thighs. “Can’t wait to be a daddy.” He said cuddling you once he put the cloth away. He big spooned you and hand his hands in your stomach. “Gonna be great parents” you said taking his hand and kissing it.

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Few weeks later, here you are in the bathroom with Jude. 2 pregnancy test upside down. “I’m nervous.” You told Jude hands shaking a little. “It’s ok love, we’ll be fine, we’ll be great parents.” He said calmly holding your hands and kissing your head. “Promise.” He whispered.

“They should be ready now” you said looking at Jude. “Well each pick one up ok?” You told him handing him one. “Ok 3….2…1” you said filling it over. Your eyes widen seeing the positive test and you watch Jude’s eyes go wide. “We’re gonna be parents!” He said excitedly hugging you and kissing you repeatedly. “We are.” You said crying a little. “Can’t wait to start a family with you!” He spoke wiping your tears pulling you in a loving kiss.

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A/N ~ hope you enjoyed!!!!

[moviestarmartini]

tus gafitas. — jude bellingham x latina influencer!reader

summary: after both a soft launch on your feed and posting a pair of sunglasses matched to the lyrics of a song, stans on twitter join forces to uncover who left them in your car.

warnings: none!

fc: @ jess.judith on IG and TikTok ! my dominican queen !!!! la amiga más íntima de las girls hihi

liked by judebellingham, yourbestie, camavinga and others

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A/N: i know this is far from my regular content but the idea was too good to pass up! thank u sm to that anon who submitted something karol g related so my bichota muse took over + i always wanted to do something with jess as a fc and i finally got the chance AAAA

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can you do jude being clingy

big baby

a jude bellingham blurb

thank you all for 300!!!

nothing but clingy jude

although jude was significantly bigger than you, with broad shoulders and a height that towered over yours, he seemed so small compared to you. whatever chance he gets, he’s letting you engulf in a warm hug, or he’s letting your arms wrap around his body. it was strange to many people, seeming as they had a way of thinking that since jude was more muscular and lived his life in a quite ‘dominant’ way, people had assumed he would be like that with you, too. which is completely and utterly wrong, and jude would make those people’s jaw slacken with how submissive he is with you, in life or even in the bedroom.

right now, jude’s head was shoved in the crook of your neck and he was sat on your lap. thank god you were alone, though, seeming as if people had walked past, their eyes would roll to the back of their heads, or rudely side eye you both. you liked this though, but in public this would be PDA to a whole other sector. it was a position that if you switched you both, it would’ve looked like you were about to commit one devious act. but don’t worry, it’s just jude that wants to be cradled!

your left hand gently rubs his sore back, and your right hand focuses on scrolling through tiktoks to pass your break-time. on the other hand, jude was doing nothing, he’d just liked the comfort of you being close to him. he slowly breathes into your neck, and his eyes start falling heavy, it felt as if weights were pushing his eyelids down. his mouth falls agape, letting a tired groan past his lips. “tired, baby? i have to go do work. my break is finished!” you sigh, trying to hightail out of your seat as you knew you had pressed the ‘snooze’ button many times; you were over you break-time, and you needed to start getting productive again. “no- no- no! please!” he groans like a child, “few more minutes! just lemme’ sleep!” his tightens his grip on your hips that were originally to support him, but were now a way for you never to leave him. “jude,” you laugh, “i need to go!”. “just please!” he whines out, an elongated whine falling past his lips in hope it would mess with your head, letting you stay. it definitely did, as his whine made you open tiktok once again. “just let me sleep.” he pleads, and you huff out in defeat.

“snore away, you big baby.”

[mentalbaddiex]

THIS IS SO CUTE IMMA CRY I LOVE BIG BROTHER JUDE🥹🥹🥹 AND THE HUG OH MY HEART🫶🏽🫶🏽

[singstaircase]

Can we become we?

Summary: Jude wonders, just what horrible sin he committed to deserve a punishment like this– being 'coached' by his teammates on how to become a husband. Not a good one, certainly not a bad one but just a husband.

contains: fluff, crack, implied unwanted marriage, use of the word 'forced marriage', Harry Kane and Ancelotti make an appearance, marriage of convenience or is it?

*Mina is Valverde's partner, Luz is Brahim's girlfriend, Ana/Anastasia is Lunin's partner, Laura is Rudiger's wife and Vanja is Luka's wife.

1.

“Why is she even married to a man like you?”

“She's kind of forced to, Luka.”

Jude finds himself bewildered as his teammates discuss his marriage, a topic that seems to have spread like wildfire among them.

He tries to interject, emphasizing the temporary nature of his marriage but his words seem to fall on deaf ears.

Even more puzzling is how they got the information that he let his wife return to Madrid alone after the last El Clasico.

He didn't, he tries to clarify multiple times but despite his attempts to explain the situation and reassure them, his teammates just don't seem to listen. Now, he finds himself enduring Luka’s lecture on marriage and marital responsibility.

An hour ago, his teammates were oblivious to his relationship status, and now they are judging him for being an ‘awful’ husband.

Jude can't help feeling this sudden annoyance about Brahim and Luz. This is all their fault, probably.

He rubs his eyes as Fede says something to him and though he nods, he only half-heard what was said.

Amidst the chaos, the players fail to notice Ancelotti's arrival until his voice cuts through the chatter.

“Bellingham,” Jude straightens up instantly hearing his coach's voice and everyone falls silent. “Go invite your wife to the bus.”

With a resigned “Yes coach,” Jude's attempt to maintain authority is overshadowed by his teammates' laughter.

“(Name)?” Jude calls out towards the stands, where Luz and (Name) are chatting. She turns to him and he gestures for her to come over.

“Let's,” he starts, his voice faltering for a moment. The idea of leaving immediately crosses his mind, but (Name)'s reassuring smile stops him in his tracks. It's warm and comforting, urging him to stay.

Instead of fleeing, Jude clears his throat and continues. “Let's go home together.”

“On the bus?” She asks and he nods. Her smile grows slightly, and she responds with a soft ‘alright' before darting back to Luz.

Jude watches as (Name) bids farewell to Luz and later Mina before her way back to him. “Let's go,” she says, adjusting her bag and reaching for his hand.

Jude looks down at their intertwined fingers for a moment, feeling a sensation he can't explain, before nodding and walking towards the bus with his wife.

His wife, (Name). It has a nice ring to it.

2.

“Jude move a little closer to (Name), please.”

The second time Arda tells him to do so, Jude sighs.

It was bad enough that he was being ‘coached’ by his older teammates and their partners on how to become a ‘husband’, they didn't need to involve Arda into this too.

As Jude reluctantly inches closer to (Name), he wishes he didn't look over her shoulder.

Jude has no idea why Antonio, of all people, is now involved in his marriage antics. He suspects it has to do something with Laura, Antonio’s wife, taking a liking to (Name).

Jude recalls Laura and Vanja instructions before the photo shoot and he wonders if this is what Antonio is trying to gesture with his eyes.

Reluctantly, Jude obeys, not wanting Antonio or Mina or anyone's warning glances.

He hesitates for a moment before draping his arm around (Name)’s shoulders, feeling her warmth against him. She smiles at him, and Jude can't help but return the smile.

Later, as Jude looks at the photos, he can't deny thinking that they do look cute together.

Only a little bit, he swears.

3.

As Jude wakes from his sleep, he feels the weight of (Name)’s body against his. They had fallen asleep while watching a movie and now, she lies peacefully on top of him.

It had been Luka and Vanja’s idea to organize a movie night. Jude was hesitant about it then but now, as he gazes down at (Name)’s sleeping figure, a warmth blossoms in his chest.

With a soft smile, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer, before drifting back into sleep.

Maybe, just maybe, this marriage thing might not be so bad after all.

4.

“Jude Victor William Bellingham, if you don't ask your wife for a dance in 10 minutes, I am kicking you out of this party.”

“It's not even yours, Mina.”

“Shut up.”

Jude wonders just what bad deeds he did to deserve a friend group like this.

He halts in his steps for the fourth time, glancing back over his shoulder, and sure enough, Mina and Luz are still standing there. Mina’s glare doesn't relent, so Jude sighs and continues walking.

As he reaches the entrance of the dining hall, his eyes land on (Name) sitting alone on a table at the end of the room. She looks around from time to time, probably waiting for Luz.

‘What a fantastic friend Luz is,’ Jude thinks to himself sarcastically, ‘leaving her friend all alone after begging her to come here.’

A small smile finds (Name)’s lips as she catches Jude walking over to her.

Jude could run away now, pretending he never saw her. But something about her hopeful smile makes him reconsider.

Taking a deep breath, Jude approaches (Name) and clears his throat. With a shy smile, he extends his hand, remembering Fede’s advice to at least pretend he's interested.

“Would you like to dance?” (Name)’s eyes light up with surprise and delight. "I'd love to."

When they step onto the dance floor, Jude's nerves start to show.

(Name) laughs at his clumsy attempts to follow her steps, but her laughter is infectious and soon, he finds himself laughing along with her.

She guides Jude through the steps with gentle encouragement. “Just relax and let the music guide you,” she says, her voice soft and reassuring.

As they dance, Jude's nerves start to melt away.

With each step, he feels himself getting more confident. Their laughter blends with the music as he twirls (Name) around the dance floor.

She has a nice smile, Jude thinks to himself.

5.

Jude is starting to feel a little proud over his development as a ‘good partner’ and credit for none of it goes to any of his teammates or their partners, he likes to think.

He sits in his car, feeling a sense of accomplishment for being the one to drop (Name) off at work. It was his idea entirely and he totally didn't take the help of the internet for it.

As he parks in front of her workplace, he turns to her. “I'll pick you up at five,” Jude says, trying to sound confident.

(Name) smiles in response and nods at him. Her smile seems to have an effect on him lately, he can't quite explain why.

But then, something unexpected happened. (Name)’s hand freezes on the handle for a moment, before making her next move.

She turns back to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. Jude is caught off guard, but he instinctively returns the gesture.

Before he can fully process what just happened, (Name) pulls away and waves goodbye, leaving Jude sitting in the car, feeling dazed yet strangely content.

This felt nice.

Jude If you learned that there's something Katie's wanting for a long time but couldn't manage to get, Would you get it her and would it make a good surprise?

Harry I would and it would. Why are you asking?

Jude So, hypothetically if I had a missus and I was you and my missus was Katie in this scenario, I should get it for her cause it would make a good surprise, right? Hypothetically.

Harry Yes, hypothetically.

Jude Thanks.

Harry You have a missus? Jude?

(Name) isn't sure when was the last time Jude looked this nervous. It's a side of him she doesn't see often, not even during the most high stakes of games.

As she approaches him, she can't help but recall the way he had looked at Vanja's birthday. The same nervous energy seems to radiate from him now.

“What is it?” (Name) asks gently, her smile reassuring Jude, who visibly calms down.

Jude closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. He takes (Name)’s hand and in a swift move, places a small box in her palm.

(Name) looks at him curiously, then starts to open the box. As she lifts the lid, her expression turns to one of shock.

“I um,” he begins, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I heard from Luz that this is something you've been wanting for a while but the tickets weren't available. So, I…” he trails off, waiting for her response.

When she remains silent, Jude calls her name, growing increasingly worried the longer she stays quiet. 

When he calls her name again, (Name) suddenly hugs him, taking Jude by surprise.

His heart races and soon, a smile spreads across his face. He wraps his arms around (Name), feeling their heartbeats syncing.

“Thank you so much Jude,” (Name) whispers into the embrace.

They stand there, held in each other's arms. Reluctantly, (Name) eventually pulls back, a shy but content smile playing on her lips. What she does next stuns him once more.

(Name) gently holds Jude's face and plants a tender kiss on his cheek before leaving the room. 

Jude touches the spot where her lips met his cheek. A smile graces his lips as the sound of (Name)'s excited voice reaches his ears from the other room. 

He won't mind this happening often.

Luka Did you get a ticket for (Name)?

Jude No.

Luka Why

Jude I don't know?

Mina what does ‘I don't know’ mean?

Jude It means I didn't get one for because I don't know if she likes the band.

Ana you don't know what your own wife likes?

Jude you make me sound like an awful husband, Ana.

Vanja No offence but you sound like one Jude.

Jude Unbelievable. I just remembered, (Name) doesn't even like the band.

Brahim He is lying. Luz says (Name) loves them Luka Jude. Vanja Jude. Mina Jude. Ana Jude.

Jude All of you are going to believe Luz over me??

Mina I mean Luz is her best friend and I don't see why she would lie about something like this

Jude ugh. Fine. I got tickets for her. Happy?

Luka Did you?

Luz He did. (Name)’s been telling me for the last few minutes how happy and excited she is.

Jude She is?

Luz yes, very happy and excited. Good job Jode *Jude 👍

The moment Jude turns to the stairs, he feels his breath catch in his throat.

There (Name) stands, at the top of stairs with Mina, her smile lighting up the room in a way that makes everything else seems dim in comparison.

For a moment, Jude is frozen in place. It's as if time stands still, and he can't help but marvel at her beauty.

He feels a warmth spread through him that he can't quite explain.

Fede, Brahim and Luz, who were joking and laughing just moments ago, fall silent as they see of Jude's reaction.

“Jude, are you alright?” Brahim asks with a teasing grin. Jude can only nod, unable to tear his eyes away from his wife.

“Looks like someone's in love," Luz chimes in with a chuckle."

"Yeah, dude, you're making us look bad with all that romance," adds Brahim and nudges him playfully. “And you are supposed to be the awful one at romance!”

“Wow,” is all he can manage, making (Name)’s smile wider.

Jude finally manages to tear his gaze away from (Name) to glance at his friends, who are all watching him with amused expressions.

"She's just...wow," Jude manages to stammer out.

His friends share knowing looks and teasing smiles before Brahim claps him in the back. "Go on, then. Don't keep her waiting.”

(Name)’s lips curl up as Jude finally gathers himself and makes his way towards her. “Hi,” he manages to get out.

“Hey,” (Name) replies.

After a brief pause, Jude musters up courage. “You look…beautiful,” and before he can stop himself, the next words come tumbling out. “So beautiful.”

(Name) continues to smile at him and extends her hand and gestures for Jude to take it.

Jude takes a breath in to calm his racing heart and smiles.

“Let's go.”

Later, when (Name) rests her head on Jude's shoulder at the end of the concert, he doesn't feel the annoyance he would have months ago.

Instead, a smile finds its way to his face as he pulls (Name) closer to him.

Maybe, just maybe, he thinks to himself, he and (Name) can be something special.

One day. Maybe one day.

[anaconamor-deactivated20260310]

aftermath bliss - jb blurb.

quick sum: your champions league winner taking it all in with you alongside.

masterlist | jude’s masterlist

you quite frankly had to pinch yourself many times throughout the night. to ensure if this was reality or just a dream. it seemed like a dream. not just for you but for your dear boyfriend as well.

the endless nights. endless games. endless trainings. endless happiness yet disappointments. despite it all, he made it. the bubble of proudness never left your chest. the moment from when he stepped onto the pitch, to now where he is now with the similar smile as a kid as he lifts the trophy into the air.

you genuinely could not believe it whatsoever. and all you wanted to do was tell him how incredibly proud you were of him. what he succeeded and made history on this very night. despite it all you let him have his moment. the dream he wish and promised himself as a kid. this was his moment and you didn’t dare for yourself or anyone to ruin it.

you and his mom spoke endlessly as you waited for jude. where she express just how equally happy she was, especially since she was his mother and it was another level of emotions. “my baby… he did it,” she said turning to you, tears bliming her waterline. you saw him approaching you “go and give him the warmest and tightest hug ever,” you encourage, watching the moment breakdown.

“you two as well!” you push jobe and his father towards him where they laugh.

once again this was their moment as a family and you respected that. you watched closely, hands interlocked and watching your boyfriends face twist from so many faces as he spoke quietly with his family. you had some of the wags approach you and take pictures, making small talk with them and reminiscing the whole evening.

“there he is!” you cheered as your boyfriend approached you, grabbing your face before leaning down and kissing you desperately. to show you how he felt in the moment. his lips molded with yours for a few seconds, making your tummy flutter with butterflies and excitement. jude pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as he stroked your cheek.

“walk with me.”

you didn’t say anything else. you followed as he led the way, helping you over the barrier as he tucked you in close to his side, your hand finding home around his back, stoking his spine lovingly. the two of you walk around the pitch thanking the last bit of fans and taking pictures since jude begged for them. wanting to share the moment with you.

the two of you sat on the pitch, jude’s hand helping him stay up and legs spread apart as you came between them, your back resting on his chest, feeling the cool metal that hanged around his neck. “i’ve dreamed of this as a kid y/n… and to win it here in my country? with you and my family supporting me? you have no idea what’s running through my head,” jude suddenly says grabbing his face, the shock and aftermath present still.

“i feel like it all went so fast! from birmingham, to germany, then boom, now i’m at madrid? it feels too good to be true,” jude confessed. you turned swiftly holding his face, his dear brown eyes and bright smile immediately softening and relaxing against your hold.

“look around jude, you wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for the dedication and overall achievements in the sport you’ve done. you’re here today because you put yourself through it. the hard work, sacrifices. i’m so incredibly proud of you jude,” you relish, jude scoffing a happy breath, tears wanting to run down his face. “i can’t express just how much i am. you know i always am, but this? this is your moment jude. you did it for the baby jude, you made and completed his wish to come true.”

so many times where he expressed as a kid what meaning this title would mean to him. and you with by saying that it would make it surreal for him. his eyes went everywhere, looking at you with pure adoration and love. the adrenaline and rush returning through his veins when you smiled for you, granting jude a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

no words needed to be said or exchanged. the moment itself was enough to speak actions over words. maybe it was still the shock present, or the fact that in this moment it was all said and done. “i love you jude,” you reminded him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a kiss against his knuckles, laughing at how you left a mark thanks to your lipstick.

“i love you more darling. have no idea what you mean to me, how thankful i am for you to be put into my life,” jude gulped deeply, closing his eyes when you giggled. “is it strange i don’t want to leave?” jude said after another couple of minutes where it was shared in either pure silence or tiny sentences. you looked around, the wembley stadium almost empty. “nope. wouldn’t blame you either,” you laugh.

“but you still have tomorrow where you will celebrate this beautiful trophy with the fans who also brought you here,” you point out watching jude nod, agreeing with you. “will you call me silly if i wear my hat?” jude pouted, grabbing your cheek once you laid your head back onto his chest, just below his shoulder, “when aren’t you being silly?” you retorted.

“you’re right,” jude hummed cocking his head to the side as he capture your lips in a soft kiss, lingering them there as every ounce of love was shared, feeling you smile against his lips. “are you gonna wear it?” you ask, playing with the medal, your champions league winner.

“im in england after all.”

[yellowdreamer]

WHERE THE SKY MEETS THE SEA

a/n: you and jude go on vacation after a hectic season to Portugal where you guys spend your days on a yacht being a couple. Swimming, napping, kissing, watching movies, tanning. One particular evening gets heated and leads to you straddling your pretty boyfriend and him speaking Spanish… the rest is below:) thank you to my beautiful @anadiasmount for helping me with the Spanish part <3 reblogs are very welcomed and I hope you guys will enjoy the fic! disclaimer: I haven’t written smut in a long time so this is a little rusty, apologies for that :)

warnings: smut (nothing degrading), unprotected sex, minors dni 18+

word count: 2974

The season was finally over. Over the past couple of months, you and Jude didn’t have that much time to spend some quality time together. Jude was busy with training, La Liga games, Champions League games and you were busy writing assignments, taking exams, and overall being a stressed-out student. 

As much as Jude loved football and what he did for a living and as much as you loved attending your boyfriend’s games, you two were more than happy and relieved when the madness was over and you two could be together for days on end. When your boyfriend suggested you two go on a trip to Portugal you immediately said yes without having to think twice. You two needed a getaway and this was an amazing opportunity. Plus you knew Portugal is a beautiful country so you were certain you’d love every second of your time with Jude there. 

You were buzzing. Planning outfits, doing some shopping for new clothes, make-up, and accessories, and already saving inspirational photos for your photos that you knew you would post later on your social media. Jude was just as thrilled. Your boyfriend went all out and bought a whole new wardrobe for himself because ‘he has to look good and hot next to his girl’. You weren’t complaining although certain clothing pieces were a little questionable and reminded you of cotton candy yet you did not comment on anything. Not that he looked bad in any of his clothes. 

Now since Jude did all the planning and all the booking what you did not know was that you two will be spending your days on a yacht near Porto. So when you two landed in Portugal and instead of going to a hotel the driver made a turn towards a pier and you saw a beautiful and luxurious-looking yacht you were more than surprised. 

‘Thought this would be more nice and more private.’ Your boyfriend hummed softly beside you whilst his large hand caressed up and down your thigh, giving it a small reassuring squeeze from time to time. 

You were really at a loss of words but after taking it all in you thanked Jude for spoiling you like this and for giving you these opportunities. It was the least that you could do. 

Once the two of you met the captain and settled in the yacht after finding your room, that’s when the holidays began. Jude’s shirt was instantly off, leaving his toned chest and abs on display for you as your mind instantly wandered. How could it not? Ever since joining Real Madrid Jude has gotten so much bigger and buffer and boy were you thankful for that. Your man was looking even more handsome if that was even possible. Jude also wore his oval sunglasses that he did not take off during the whole La Liga trophy celebration at Cibiles. The sight of your man was almost too much to handle but you had to keep it in your pants at least for now. 

You weren’t the only one who felt the same way. When your boyfriend saw you walk out on the dock in that damn bikini in your favorite color that hugged you all in the right places, skin glistening underneath the sunlight, sunglasses sitting all pretty on your face making you look all mysterious and hot in Jude’s eyes, the dark-haired boy was letting out a sigh and clearing his throat before walking over to you.

Jude’s arm instantly wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body against his and grinned down at you.

‘Hey there.’ He hummed before dipping his head down and connecting your lips for a loving kiss. Of course, he took advantage of the opportunity as he slid his hand a little lower and gave your butt a firm squeeze.

‘You are gonna kill me on this trip with your bikinis. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours and I am already fighting for my life here, woman.’ Jude playfully grumbled against your lips whilst you only giggled as you returned the sweet kiss.

After throwing the book that you brought out there to read on the lounge chair your arms wrapped around Jude’s neck as you looked up at your boyfriend.

‘Well, good thing the yacht is leaving the pier soon and we will be away from all the praying eyes and we will be able to do whatever we want. The captain isn’t gonna come here.’ You shrugged innocently and gently nudged your nose against his. 

Now that made your boyfriend light up and smirk. You couldn’t help but laugh and playfully slap his chest before pulling away from your man and laying down on the pool lounge chair to read.

‘Behave, Bellingham.’ You snickered.

‘I am behaving. Like the good boy I am, see?’ Your boyfriend grinned whilst lying down on the chair beside you and lifting his iPad to show you that he’ll be watching his show now. 

The next couple of days were spent whilst relaxing. Reading, swimming, getting that vitamin D, sleeping, eating, dancing on a yacht. On the evenings the captain would take you two back to Porto where you would walk hand in hand, get dinner, enjoy the sunset before heading back to the yacht. 

Every single evening felt like a dream. You with Jude, no worries, getting to hold your man’s hand, share kisses, and just be able to be you. You hated summer until you met Jude. He made this season fun and enjoyable for you. He brought out the little happy girl in you. Splashing around in the water, jumping around, eating ice cream, getting to wear sundresses that you loved and Jude loved you in as he always hyped you up like the hype man he was. You could not be more happy. 

It was the third day of your trip. Evening was coming and the sun was slowly setting. You and Jude decided to cook your own dinner tonight and stay on the yacht and enjoy the sunset from there. The light breeze, and the sound of the water made you feel at ease and calm. Currently you were still in your bikini with a book in your lap just enjoying the warm summer evening. Jude was making you two drinks. The sight of him just in his swimming shorts, bare chest, arms andbiceps on display, those veins popping out… Yeah, the sight made your mouth water. Your book was now long forgotten and laid besides you as you leaned back on your elbows and watched your boyfriend. That did not go unnoticed by Jude. Immediately a small smirk appeared on his face as he glanced at you. 

‘Enjoying the view?’ He teased and subtly flexed his arms as he picked up the bottle of alcohol since he was making you guys cocktails.

‘I very much am.’ You hummed innocently and tilted your head a little to the side as you watched your boyfriend approach you with two drinks in hand. 

‘There you go.’ The dark haired boy said softly as he handed you the cold beverage before sitting on the edge of your pool lounge chair and letting out a sigh. 

‘Thank you. For the drink and for this trip.’ You said softly before sitting up and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 

His eyes looked ahead at the water whilst he took a sip before he looked over at you.

‘You don’t have to thank me y/n. I am yours, you are mine and I wanted to get away from everything with you and only you. I missed you, y’know…’ Jude trailed off and gave your ankle a small squeeze before setting his drink down. 

‘Plus I get to see you in these little bikinis so I am winning here.’ The brown eyed boy chuckled which caused you to playfully roll your eyes.

‘You say how I drive you insane yet you haven’t proven anything to me.’ Suddenly you blurted out, feeling bold and confident. Those few cocktails in your system were doing the talking now. Jude froze for a moment taking in what you said before he turned his head to look at you again, that same smirk back on his stupidly handsome face.

‘Well… Do you want me to do something about it?’ He teased whilst you only rolled your eyes slightly.

Before you knew it you found yourself straddling your man, arms draped over his shoulder and your eyes staring into his.

‘I take that as a yes.’ Jude chuckled as you gave him a small nod. 

His big hands moved to rest on your waist as he ran them up and down, occasionally tugging at the strings that held the side of your bottoms together. These little actions made shivers run down your spine. 

Jude’s big eyes studied you for a moment before he pulled you closer and connected your lips for a loving but sloppy kiss. Jude noticed the lingering touches and the looks that you’ve been giving him for the past few days and he knew that both of you needed this. To be close, to let loose, to lose control, and to do whatever the hell you wanted. Even if that means fucking on a yacht where any passing boat could see you. He was willing to take the risk because he felt like you two deserved this moment.

When you felt Jude’s lips on yours you wasted no time and immediately kissed him back. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you moved closer to Jude on his lap, which made your boyfriend let out a slight huff.

The bulge in his swimming shorts was very obvious and prominent but both of you did not care less since you knew what you guys wanted.

The kiss was slow and sensual. Jude’s teeth nipping at your bottom lip, your tongue brushing his, noses nudging together. Until the two of you got more and more desperate. Jude’s hands wandered everywhere they could. Squeezing your butt, making you grind against him time to time, squeezing your tits. All this resulted in you letting out soft and small moans. 

Eventually, Jude’s lips moved down your jawline and to your neck where he bit, licked, and kissed like he was a starved man and you were his food. Your pulse was throbbing in your neck and you felt hot and bothered. Suddenly you felt Jude’s large hand dip in between you two and in between your legs. 

‘Jude-‘ you gasped and squeezed the back of his neck, suddenly very aware of the fact that anyone could see you if they passed your yacht.

‘Shhh… Just ignore everything. It’s you and me now. We deserve this moment for ourselves.’ Jude whispered into your ear and bit into your earlobe as you couldn’t help but quietly whimper. All you could do was nod. Jude had you wrapped around his finger. And he was right. This was your moment.

Jude’s fingers ran over your core over your bikini bottoms until he moved it to the side and dipped his fingers to run in between your folds. 

‘So pretty and all mine…’ he looked up at you and pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

For the next few moments, Jude was teasing you, barely rubbing you and that started to make you feel frustrated. You couldn’t help but slightly move your hips against his hand desperately which made Jude only chuckle.

‘So impatient… It’s cute.’ Jude smirked and let his teeth lightly graze against the side of your jaw. In response, you only huffed and sunk your nails into his shoulders. Jude eventually slid a finger inside you and watched you sigh in relief as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. He let his finger move in and out of you, slightly curling it upwards as you sat in your boyfriend’s lap and held onto him as tightly as you could. Jude kept the same movement before his thumb came in contact with your clit as he rubbed tight circles against it. That made your mind and body go into a frenzy. Your thigh muscles tightened, and your breathing got heavier as you struggled to keep quiet. 

‘Come on, let it out. Don’t hide from me.’ Jude mumbled and moved his free hand onto the back of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss. 

As you felt your orgasm start to build up, your boyfriend decided to pull his hand away. You couldn’t help but scoff and look at him with a scowl.

‘This is fucking mean, Jude.’ You even cussed. Jude didn’t say anything and instead gave your butt a light slap. 

‘You gotta work for what you want…’ your boyfriend trailed off before pulling his shorts slightly down. 

Your eyes immediately went down as Jude’s dick was now on full display, hard and throbbing. A shaky breath left your lips before you looked back up and saw your boyfriend watching you with a raised eyebrow. You did not waste another second and immediately got the hint. Your hand moved onto the side of your boyfriend’s neck as you connected your lips for a kiss. Meanwhile, your free hand wrapped around your boyfriend as you stroked him a couple of times before lifting your hips, guiding him into you, and lowering himself onto his dick.

Both of you sucked in a sharp breath. Jude’s stomach tightened as he slid his hands onto your hips and squeezed them tightly.

‘Fuck, princesa…’ he mumbled and rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed just taking in the moment. 

The feeling of him inside you, his hands on you, you two being as close as two humans could possibly get drove you absolutely wild. Your mind was cloudy, vision was blurry and all you could think about was Jude.

Eventually, you started rolling your hips. Painfully slowly at first.To tease Jude back for being an ass before. Your hands ran down and up his chest, before you grabbed ahold of Jude’s shoulders against. Your boyfriend meanwhile sat there with his mouth slightly agape, a lewd expression on his face as he watched your every single move. He was mesmerized. By you, by your body, and what you did to him. 

Soon enough you started picking up your pace as Jude helped you slightly by guiding your hips with his hands, his fingertips digging into your skin as he would slightly thrust upwards. You threw your head back at the euphoric feeling whilst Jude leaned closer and let his tongue travel up your throat before he pressed a wet kiss right before your jaw.

‘mírame. mírame en los ojos, siéntelo. me sientes? aquí? tan lindós ojos que tienes mi reina…’ suddenly your boyfriend blurted out in Spanish. 

The sound of Jude speaking Spanish at this exact moment made you clench around him. You immediately looked at him like he told you so, your mouth agape, lips swollen. You were surprised and even more turned on. 

‘What- since when- oh shit…’ you let out a low moan as Jude smirked and grabbed the back of your neck, making you look at him, whilst his own breathing was all over the place and small moans and groans were leaving his plump lips. 

‘Knew you’d like this… Come on, angel.’ Jude mumbled and let out a low moan before whispering a quiet ‘fuck’.

‘tan buena… buena nena para mi… making me feel so good, baby.’ Jude continued and god did this drive you absolutelywild. You couldn’t think straight. You started moving your hips faster, riding him, feeling every single inch of him, slowly reaching your high. Your thighs started to ache but you didn’t care. Nothing compared to this feeling right here.

Jude’s fingers then moved to your bikini top as he pulled it down slightly, letting your breast out in the open as he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple. Your boyfriend continued to thrust upwards slightly whilst his lips sucked and nibbled against the sensitive bud before moving to the other one. You knew you were close. Jude speaking Spanish, his lips, his dick inside of you. You were absolutely done for. Tired but felt euphoric. 

‘te miras tan divina encima de mi…’ Jude choked out after pulling away as he felt himself twitch inside of you after you clenched around him. This was it. This last sentence brought you over the edge and you came undone as your hips slowed down. 

It didn’t take long until Jude spilled inside of you as well. For a few moments, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the sound of the water hitting against the yacht. You pretty much fell into Jude’s chest as his arms wrapped around you whilst he stayed inside you for a bit.

‘That Spanish… I am happy the Duolingo is paying off..’ You mumbled tiredly after some time and looked up at your boyfriend before pressing a small kiss to the side of his neck.

‘You liked it? I was a bit worried to try this…’ Jude admitted and let out a tired sigh whilst pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

‘Jude, I loved it… That was the hottest thing I have ever heard…’ you mumbled and closed your eyes whilst Jude ran his hands up and down your back.

The rest of the evening was a blur but what you knew that every moment with Jude was yours and his and that all you two really needed was one another. Doesn’t matter where you two were. He was the sky and you were the sea. You two met and became one and whole and that is what mattered to you. 

[trentione]

first hug & last hug

[angeljude]

Jude talking with his parents after training