Summary: Colonel Quaritch needs to get off some steam, and he knows exactly who could help him with that.
A/N: I'm alive and I'm horny for this alien... I know he's a terrible person and I DON'T support his actions but hey, it's fiction and I can pretend he did nothing wrong, right? Anyway, took me DAYS to write this and I hope you like it! Reblogs are always appreciated!
Tags: smut, mdni, age gap (reader's obviously an adult), Quaritch being Quaritch, but probably ooc ngl, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex (yes I know), unprotected sex, petnames (kid, sweetheart), degradation and praise, dacryphilia, daddy kink, big size difference (human x na'vi), belly bulge, casual sex.
Word Count: 5k
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Colonel Miles Quaritch; a name you couldn't forget. His impetuous reputation followed him wherever he went, scaring away those who dared to get close. Such a legendary status granted him a sort of fear and admiration combo from his peers and even from you, a scientist who had never even properly met him.
Most of your admiration for him was purely experimental, now that he was a recombinant, after all. You wanted to get close and see for yourself all the wonders the new Na'vi body could provide him.
But you had to settle for watching him from afar. Whenever you crossed the same corridors or observed him in the gym (lifting those stupid oversized weights) you just couldn't help but stare a little, good thing he never noticed... until he did.
"And what do we have here?" You got caught ogling too hard at the blue man's biceps while he stretched. "Like what you see?" He said smugly while flexing his arm at you.
You turned all red and stepped away as quickly as you could, but you could still hear his laugh echoing through the halls. You felt humiliated, and you were sure he would know you as a joke from then on.
One day, one of your colleagues asked if you could cover them on the medbay and do some checkups on the recoms. It wasn't really your area, you worked more in the laboratory but you accepted out of curiosity.
When you entered your designated station you almost gasped in surprise. The Colonel was there, sitting on a stretcher (big enough for his body but low enough so you could reach him). He seemed bored, expression unreadable while he bounced one of his spread legs.
"Alright, let's get this over with–" Quaritch started to speak, but he stopped mid-way after seeing you. He sat up straight, ears up in alert while his tail wagged leisurely. His eyes examined you up and down, mouth slightly agape as he licked his fangs. "Well, hey there..."
The way he slowly pronounced his words sent shivers down your spine, his low gravelly voice echoed through the room and you found it difficult to keep calm. Gosh, your crush on him was bigger than you had imagined.
"Hello, Colonel. My name is (y/n) and I'll be performing your checkup today, any questions?" You tried keeping it professional, but the way he looked at you felt so predatory... you felt like a lamb in a lion's presence. Besides, he was so freaking tall, taller than you had anticipated now that you were so close to him.
"Yeah, I know your name." The memory from your previous encounter made you even more nervous, but he didn't seem to be disgusted by you. He seemed... interested. "And nope. I'm all yours, princess." He leaned back on his hands and puffed his chest, clearly too comfortable.
You couldn't help but blush at his comment, giving him a soft smile while you approached him. Carefully, you prepared some of the equipment you would use, deciding to let your shyness aside.
"Someone here is feeling well-humored enough. Have you had a good night's sleep?" You said, and he never took his eyes off you while chuckling.
"Slept like a baby." His sharp grin and intense gaze had an effect on you, one you tried to deny and repress... but the reality was, you were attracted to him, and it was more than just scientific curiosity.
"Glad to hear that." You asked him to lean down and he obeyed, you checked on his ears, his eyes, and now needed to check his mouth.
"Open up." You proceeded, but Quaritch hesitated.
"Y'know, I'm not used to receivin' orders." He looked down at you, and you couldn't quite decipher his expression. It was a mixture of smugness and severeness, you knew he wasn't completely joking.
"Well, you're under my care now. So you have to listen to every word I say, right, Colonel?" You didn't know what had gotten into you to feel comfortable enough to tease him like that, and you immediately regretted it after the sentence came out of your mouth.
But for your relief, all Quaritch did was laugh. He crossed his arms and stared right into your eyes, lids halfway closed in a relaxed way,
"Yes, ma'am..." He whispered, sending electricity down your body.
To have such an authoritarian figure be so cooperative with you was already a turn-on, but that was none other than Colonel Quaritch. The man exuded so much power and yet there he was, calling you pet names and behaving so well...
"Now, open." You repeated yourself, and he darted his tongue out mischievously, still not breaking eye contact.
Trying to not let his gaze distract you, you performed your examinations and let him close his mouth after a while. He used the pause to take a quick breath from the respirator hanging around his neck and as you got close enough to measure his blood pressure, Quaritch decided to speak into your ear.
"What a pretty blush... is that all for me or do your other patients get you like this often?" He remained still, but his tail brushed the side of your hip as you tried to maintain composure.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, you couldn't possibly believe that was happening... was the Colonel really flirting with you?
"I-I don't have many patients... I'm usually in the lab, actually. I'm just covering for a colleague today..." You tried to explain but all words came out too soft. As you looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed satisfied with his effect on you.
"Covering for a colleague, huh? Such a good girl." The last couple of words came out teasingly slow, dragged out so you could feel every syllable going straight to your sex. The motherfucker knew what he was doing to you.
"I-I think we're done here today, Colonel. You're free to go." You turned around to put some information into the datapad but immediately felt him standing up behind you, his shadow looming over you as you gathered all your equipment.
"Well, guess I'll see you around, kid." Quaritch sighed dramatically before saying, then put one of his large hands on your shoulder as he walked out. "When's our next checkup?"
You looked up, then up again... until you met his gaze. "Hm... in this initial phase, the checkups should be pretty regular, so... maybe next week?"
"Nice. See you there." He squeezed your shoulder before exiting the room.
"But–" You couldn't finish your sentence before Quaritch was out the door, and you knew you probably wouldn't have an opportunity quite like that again... so you decided to just relish the moment and allow yourself to blush even harder at the interaction you just had.
A week and a half had passed and you still couldn't get over your encounter with the Colonel, it had messed you up entirely yet served the purpose of enlightening you on your true feelings. Your little admiration had developed into a full-blown crush and the following nights after the checkup you couldn't help but touching yourself, remembering the way he looked at you and called you a 'good girl'.
You felt insane, victim of your own desires and you just couldn't control it. The thought of him never ceased to appear in your mind, yet fully aware of the taboo weighing on you... he was currently in a different species' body, that alone made you feel like a freak.
But imagine your surprise when one of the nurses came into your lab, all scared face, asking you if you could go the medbay. "Colonel Quaritch demands your presence for the checkup, ma'am..."
Fuck. Why did he want you specifically? Did Quaritch actually want to see you again? That thought never crossed your mind before, but now... it thrilled you.
You strutted your way to the medbay and confidently entered his station, and there he was in all his glory. Seated in a comfortable position, legs spread open and tail slowly wagging. He reminded you of a cat, observing his prey.
"Took your time, huh?" Quaritch's voice resonated through your body, low and severe. He didn't seem as content as the other time you saw him.
"I can assume you didn't sleep so well this time, Colonel." You said as you closed the door behind you, slowly approaching the blue alien.
"I'm all wound up lately, princess. Needin' to get off some steam." The grin he gave you was full of mischief, but he still looked stern and very stressed.
"May I suggest more exercise? Some cardio, maybe? Running on those personalized giant treadmills must feel nice." You innocently proposed, but the look in his eyes turned deep and dark.
"Oh, you could help me with some cardio, alright..." His demeanor transformed into something more playful, turning his head sideways like a puppy in order to get your full reaction.
You gasped lightly at his words, turning completely red at the implication. "You pervert!" You whispered, looking up at him.
The Colonel laughed loudly while holding both his hands up in defense. "Hey, I didn't say a thing! You're the one assuming!" He continued laughing for a bit before you finally decided to avert the situation and take one of your medical instruments to his mouth.
"Open." You said plainly, and he obeyed with a bit of hesitance. "Your throat is sore, have you been screaming a lot?" You hoped the question would throw him off the previous conversation.
"Oh, you have no idea, kid." It worked, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes as he spoke.
"I'll give you some syrup for that, you'll be good as new in no time." You offered him a smile despite feeling so small in his presence, his intimidating size always getting on your nerves.
"Does it taste like shit?" He prodded.
"Oh, c'mon. Can't handle a bit of medicine?" You teased while measuring his blood pressure.
"Watch it." His voice came with a warning, but you only smirked at him.
As you were finishing the checkup, you turned around from him to update the datapad. Suddenly, you felt something lifting the hem of your dress up from behind, so you looked down and caught the sight of his tail trying to expose you.
"Fuck, that little sundress you' wearin' looks good on you." Quaritch said, looking at your exposed thighs.
You quickly slapped his tail away from you, smoothing down the hem of your dress neatly while gasping in exasperation.
"Oh, you–!" You tried to measure your tone to a low whisper but ended up not being able to control your words. "You absolute bastard!"
His low chuckle only served to turn you on and piss you off at the same time. "Don't call me names, darlin'... I might like it."
You sighed in defeat, opening up the door as an invitation. You didn't know if you should feel harassed or horny... or both. "You're free to go now, Colonel."
He chuckled at you, rising up from his seat and towering over your frame.
"See you next time, sweetheart." Quaritch said while ruffling your hair lightly. The way the pet name rolled off his tongue made your heart beat even faster, and you knew you were going to remember it later that night.
You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, feeling the ghost of his presence crawl under your skin. It ignited you to even think he could want you... made you feel seen, desired.
As you got ready to go to your quarters, you remembered the throat medicine you promised to give him... and you had an idea. It wouldn't hurt to try, right? Besides, you just wanted to see him again, maybe gain another compliment so you could touch yourself later thinking about it.
So you removed your labcoat and went with just your sundress, fixing your hair on the way to his chambers.
You hesitated before knocking on his door, but your crush was so intense it filled you with crazed bravery.
Your eyes widened at the sight of a shirtless Quaritch answering the door, who looked quite unhappy until he realized it was you. "Oh, wow. What gives me the honor?" He leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms, looking down at your face.
"I-I brought the syrup I mentioned earlier... for your throat." Gosh, he was handsome. Blue, tall and muscular, you wish you could climb him like a tree. His big green eyes flickered between your face and the big recipient you were holding, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
He chuckled in response, taking the medicine from your hands. "You're the sweetest thing, ain'tcha?" He seemed to look down at your body before stepping aside and leaving a gap in the doorway. "Come in, kid... don't worry, the filtration system's out so the air is good enough for ya."
Besides your better judgment, you just couldn't simply deny an order from the Colonel. You entered his room and quickly noticed how everything was oversized, big enough for his comfort... you found that endearing.
He closed the door behind you and suddenly realized how crazy that whole situation was. You were in his quarters, alone with the legendary Miles Quaritch... and he was shirtless.
"So... h-how can I help?" You tried maintaining calm, but deep down you were so nervous you couldn't help but stutter at your words.
"Oh, I know somethin' you could help me with." His canines showed in his sharp grin and the vision made you swallow dry, nearly panicking when he trapped you against the wall with his body. He was ducked enough so his face was just slightly above yours, and he seemed even more intimidating than before.
"I don't understand..." You didn't want to seem weak, so you maintained eye contact even though it was proven to be quite difficult.
"Don't act a fool, you know damn well why you're here. I’m tense and I need a hand. I thought a pretty thing like you could help me out." Quaritch looked at you with hungry eyes, the implications of his advance combined with his closeness to you made your panties wet.
But even though you were completely horny at that point, you just didn't want to give in so easily. "I-I don’t think this is appropriate, Colonel..." Your voice came out in a mere whisper, not being able to convince him.
"Oh, cut the crap. I’ve seen the way you look at me in the corridors, the way you blush whenever you’re near me… it’s adorable." He took the opportunity to lift your chin up with his big fingers, forcing you into a more direct stare. "Or do you want me to believe you came all the way here just to give me some medicine?"
You swallowed again as you felt completely exposed, but surprisingly, you weren't ashamed. Instead, you felt even more encouraged to pursue what you had been fantasizing about for weeks now.
"Then, what do you need from me, Quaritch?" You fiddled with the hem of your dress playfully, and he looked down at your body to accompany your movements. "What would you like me to do?" You said softly.
He slowly raised his gaze to your face again, smiling widely while licking his lips.
"I would like you..." Quaritch's tail once again tried to lift your dress up, grazing the skin of your thigh and giving you goosebumps in the process. "to take your clothes off."
Your eyes widened a bit at his request, but you wanted to behave for him. As you slowly removed your dress, you noticed his eyes roaming on your skin, hungry for the sight of you.
"Ah... such a good girl you are." Quaritch's voice was low and raspy, full of desire. He only stood there, arms propped on each side of your head as he observed your every move with much interest.
The way he called you made you blush even harder, not being able to control a low satisfied hum in response.
"You like it when I praise you, huh?" Once your dress was gone, he took it from your hands and tossed it across the room. "You gotta earn it if you wanna hear more... so keep moving."
You nodded your head and decided to try something out while you undid your bra. "Yes, sir..." You said lightly, barely audible.
Letting your bra fall to the ground, you massaged your exposed breasts only to show them off, allowing a playful grin to appear on your lips.
"Oh, you dirty little thing." Soon the Colonel's hands replaced yours, his big palms completely covered your breasts as he squeezed them not so gently. "How many times did you touch yourself thinkin' about this, huh? Thinkin' 'bout me?"
Heat rose to your cheeks and traveled down your belly, the sensation of his hands on you clouded your thoughts. "Ah... m-many times, sir... so many..."
Quaritch appeared really satisfied with your answer, twitching his ears in excitement and wagging his tail. "Oh yeah? You've got toys or somethin'?"
He wanted to know the details and you were going to give it to him, even though it made you blush.
"Y-Yes, I..." You slowly lowered your panties, feeling them slide down your legs. "I got a dildo I use..."
"Really?" His condescending tone only made the ache between your legs grow. "What's the size of that thing?"
"Hm... pretty average, actually." You eyed him with false innocence before he grabbed your ass hard, almost lifting you up.
"Ha, let me tell ya, kid... I think I might be bigger than average." Quaritch inclined his head, inviting you to look down. As you did, you finally saw the bulge in his pants... the thing was huge.
"Holy shit..." You said under your breath, making him laugh. "I-I don't think it will fit, Colonel..."
His laugh was harsh and patronizing. "Nah, we'll make it work." He looked all casual about it, smug as always.
Quaritch took your arm and guided you to his enormous bed, lifting you up and laying you out in front of him.
"Fuck, look at you..." He carefully kneeled in front of the bed, massaging your thighs encouragingly. "Open them for me, sweetheart."
You opened your legs delicately, exposing your slick sex to him.
His pupils widened at the sight of your pussy, and only for a brief moment he looked at your eyes before finally devouring you, diving mouth-first into your sex. The sheer surprise of his action made you jolt a little, granting you a slap on the side of your thigh. "Ah!"
"Behave." He said against you, just a quick pause before he continued. Quaritch licked your entrance up to your clit, kissing his way around your labia and making an absolute mess.
You whined and moaned at his movements, grabbing the sheets around you and caressing the back of his head. Your reaction only encouraged him to tantalizingly insert a finger inside you, making you shake from overstimulation.
"Ah! Quaritch!" Moaning his last name made him smile against you, chuckling to himself and pausing for a quick comment.
"I have a finger up your cunt, darlin'... I think you can call me 'Miles' now..." He used the break to nip at the inside of your thighs, his sharp canines leaving marks as he bit into your supple skin.
"P-Please, Miles... don't stop..." Was all you could say before you felt another finger easing in you, his big digits spreading you open.
"Shh... so needy, ain'tcha?" He moved his fingers in and out carefully, aware of the size difference between you. "Don't worry... daddy's feelin' generous today."
Daddy. That word was your weakness, sending you deeper into a spiral of need and desire you didn't know possible. It was all you needed to send you to the edge.
Miles continued eating you out then, sucking on your clit while fucking you with his fingers. He licked and sucked and drooled all over you, meanwhile, his fingers curled up inside hitting the perfect spot.
"Ah! Please, d-daddy!" You could feel him smiling against you again as you got closer and closer to your climax. "Fuck!"
Waves of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm bloomed, sending electricity all over your body. But even after you came Miles didn't stop, forcing you to pull your hips away from him. "T-Too much..."
Quaritch wasn't exactly pleased with that, but he also wanted to move things along so he allowed it. "Okay, okay..."
He took the opportunity to take a breath from the respirator that laid next to you on the bed, closing his eyes and letting the air revigorate him.
Only then he crawled on top of you, his predatory demeanor causing you to feel even smaller than you already were in comparison to him. Miles bit his lip while lowering his pants, letting his dick spring out free from his boxers.
You couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it... could be compared to the size of your forearm, even. The glowy patterns of his skin extended down to his length, and the purple-rosy tip already dripped with pearlescent precum.
"It's rude to stare." He had a ridiculous smile on his face, clearly satisfied by your shocked expression.
Quaritch was slotted between your legs, stroking his dick slowly while admiring your body. "I'm gonna fuck you up, pretty girl."
Shivers went down your body at his low whisper, and you hummed in approval as he started to grind his length against your pussy. The veins and dots served as texture and stimulated your sensitive clit.
When you felt him positioning his tip at your entrance, you looked up at him and saw his concentrated face. Quaritch was intensely staring at where your bodies met, watching as every inch of him stretched you open and penetrated you.
"M-Miles..." You were about to tell him it was too much, but he soon slipped even further into you, causing you to gasp.
"Shh... attagirl." He eased in and out, inch by inch, slowly and precisely. You were pretty wet already but he occasionally would spit down on his dick to lubricate it even more.
You felt so full... his girth stretched you open so deliciously it hurt, making you teary-eyed.
"Daddy... please, ah!" When the first word came out of your mouth, you felt his grip on you tighten even further and you knew you were going to get bruised.
"You like that, huh? Let me see those tears, then." He was kneeling upright on the bed, grabbing your hips and raising them up to his crotch, completely controlling the movements.
The tears you were holding back started to cascade down your face in an instant, the relief of crying easing down the slight pain. You were overstimulated, but you didn't want to stop.
"Yeah... good girl, (y/n)." The sound of your name combined with the praise was divine, making you even more driven to continue such a crazy endeavor.
"I-I can take it, Miles... please." Was all you needed to say. He looked at your eyes for a lingering moment before thrusting his hips onto yours once, then twice... still slow but comparatively harsh.
You gasped at his every move and noticed that the pain slowly faded away, turning into delicious pleasure. Miles noticed that too, you began to moan louder and louder... so he started to thrust deeper, faster.
Soon he was fucking into you with the maximum length he could, making you mewl his name in return. He hovered over you, ears twitching in excitement and tail wagging.
"Such a tight little cunt, ah... taking my cock so well..." He groaned and hummed occasionally, the sounds vibrating in his chest.
You stayed in that position for a while, just taking him like a doll... until he stopped. You looked at him in confusion before feeling him lift you up completely, manhandling you until you were on top of his laid-down frame.
"You do the work now, princess." Quaritch said while inhaling on the respirator, chest quickly rising and falling trying to regulate his own breathing.
"Oh, you lazy bum." You whispered while aligning the tip of his cock into your entrance. You were facing him, cowgirl style as you slowly lowered your hips down onto his big dick.
"Hey!" He smacked your ass a little harder than intended, but didn't apologize. "You're lucky your cunt's been making me real jolly right now." And he smiled that stupid smile of his.
You decided to ignore him and just continue hopping on his cock, making a mess on the sheets as you rolled your hips in circles, up and down.
"Agh... fuck, look at you... such a good little whore." Quaritch's hands traveled your body without a certain destination, squeezing your tits and caressing your back before grabbing at your waist. "Go faster, I wanna see ya jiggle."
Obeying without much thinking, you started to fuck yourself into him faster. After a few thrusts, you felt yourself lowering even further onto him, taking him even deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning loudly while holding him for dear life.
"Fuck, doll... I'm gonna make you pop like that..." To your surprise, there was a sense of urgency in the Colonel's voice, was he... worried?
"Hmm, I hope I pop..." You said without thinking, too fucked out to even form coherent thoughts.
Miles laughed at that, seeing your expression and hearing your lust-filled voice... he knew you were enjoying yourself way too much. "Wow, you're such a fucking freak, huh? Such a dirty little slut."
The insults just fuelled you into a frenzy, bouncing on his dick faster and deeper and taking him almost all the way up. That's when you noticed his hand resting on your stomach, and you realized he was trying to feel the bulge his cock made in your belly.
"Can feel myself inside ya, kid... fuck." His enormous hand lingered there for a few moments before lowering his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.
You rolled your head back in so much pleasure your vision went dark, moaning obscenely along with the squelching sounds your bodies made. Feeling your second orgasm growing inside, you hopped up and down until he was completely buried inside you. Once you took all his length, you simply started rolling your hips without taking him out. "Ahh...! F-Feels so... so good..."
"Goddammit, (y/n)... keep going." Demanded Quaritch, and you didn't even need the encouragement because you couldn't stop if you wanted to, searching your high frenetically.
For your luck, his thumb didn't stop either, rubbing your clit just right. You were so full and stretched and sensitive that all you could do was mewl for him. "Miles! Daddy... fuck, I'm gonna..."
"Y-Yeah, me too, princess..." He looked at you through half-shut eyes, not being able to hide his own pleasure. His hands squeezed your hips keeping them as close to him as possible, forcing you into him. "Ugh, gonna cum all up inside ya."
And then you felt him twitching inside your walls, spilling his seed and filling you up with his cum as he growled like an animal. You could feel his jizz dripping out of you, slowly oozing from your entrance onto his skin. That feeling alone, of being filled to the brim, made you finish in no time.
You came with a loud moan, throwing your head backward and arching your back. Your orgasm took over you, making you tingle in pure ecstasy... you had never felt anything like that before.
As you came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Miles watching you attentively. His pupils were blown out while he heavily breathed through his respirator, and he smiled smugly at you.
"How you doing, kid?" He said after tossing his mask aside, rubbing soft circles on your bruised skin, surprisingly tender in his movements.
You slowly moved your hips up inch by inch, removing his now softening cock from inside you. It plopped onto his belly comically as you rolled to your side, climbing up the bed in order to face him. You felt incredibly empty without his girth stretching you, but you were proud of yourself for being able to take him so well.
"I feel amazing..." You confessed, not able to suppress a wide smile.
Quaritch laughed at that, inviting you to lay on his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeats as he teased you. "Me too, me too..."
You both stayed there for a while, eyes closed while caressing each other until you remembered the air filtration system would start working at any minute. So you quickly got up, cleaned yourself and started to make your way to the door.
"Hey, where d'you think you're going, hm?" A stern voice could be heard from the bed.
"I thought you were sleeping..." You said, coming back into the room.
"Without saying goodbye? Heartless." He said pretentiously, knowing damn well he would do the same. "See you around, sweetheart."
"See you around, Miles." Without much thinking, you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't smile, but his ears flickered adorably and you took that as a win.
Before you could reach the door, you heard Quaritch call while standing up to reach you. "(y/n)?"
"Yes?" You turned around, looking up to meet his gaze.
"When's our next checkup?" He fumbled on his feet as he tried to pull his underwear up, making you chuckle.
"Honestly? I have no idea. As I said, checkups aren't really my thing." You tried not to stare too much at his body, the memories from the recent events already taking over your mind.
"Right..." The Colonel seemed disappointed at that, but his bright green eyes lit up the moment you started to speak.
"Don't worry, just call me whenever you need some cardio." You said as you winked, gaining a sharp grin from him.
Imagine being a brat with Miles Quaritch, no no, imagine trying to be a brat with Miles Quaritch. 🫵
(The tags are the warnings)
“W-wait, wait! Your G’nna— Eek!! Break! M-My uterus!” You cried out, the merciless pounding being more than your poor pussy could ever take, stretching your walls out with a stinging sensation.
“Great! I’ll break it!” He grinned wickedly, gripping your hips harder as he slammed his hips into you from behind. Another slew of sinful noises erupted from your plush, gaping lips as he drove himself deeper and deeper with every single thrust. His hand slid down the prominent arch of your back, your ass swinging high in the air as he pushed down on the dip of your back with a firm grip.
“Fuckin’ take it.” He spat with a sudden harshness to his voice, making butterflies flutter endlessly in your stomach.
And fuck was he fucking you good. You tried to protest, but every time you tried to say anything, it just ended up with you babbling endlessly, how you're just so sorry.
“Oh, poor baby.” Miles pouted with mock sympathy, his hips never faltering.
“C’mon, be a good girl and just take the punishment.”
You whimpered as your head flopped forward onto the pillow beneath you, your body jolting with every strong thrust.
There was no way to escape this.
You had been at it for hours. Your body exhausted, thighs red and pussy leaking from the force of Miles hips. Your voice hoarse as you still attempted to beg him,
“M—Miles,” your voice croaked with a crack,
“Please!” Tears streamed down your face for the umpteenth time that night, your sobs landing on deaf ears.
“Nah.”
Your face drained of all color, your body fully slumping forwards as your shaky legs finally gave out. Miles quickly slid his arm around your waist, pulling your hips back up,
“S’ ok baby, I gotcha’. Don’ worry.”
Next time, you were gonna keep your fuckin mouth shut.
Some smutty musings about my headcanon that Colonel Miles Quaritch is a dom, not a sub. More specifically, a caring dom.
Quaritch would be a man of few words in bed, but when he’d talk to you, he’d speak slowly. Languidly. His orders would be like honey, sweet and delicious, impossible for you to resist.
He’d call you Doll. Sugar. Baby.
All the sweet, sweet stuff.
On your knees, doll.
He’s a man who knows exactly what he wants and isn’t afraid to go get it. He’s somewhat like a God around Bridgehead- the Colonel Miles Quaritch- and he knows it. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get exactly what he wants, and that includes you on the corner of his desk while his fingers are stuffed in your mouth.
Shhh, baby. Quiet.
His presence in itself is impossible to ignore. He looms over you, tall, strong and dominant. Commanding. Demanding.
Maybe I should teach you a lesson.
His cock is long and it strokes all the good spots deep inside you. He’s learnt your limits and loves to push you right on the edge. He’s controlled. Calculated.
He especially loves to watch you come.
Such a pretty face.
If it gets too much, all you need is to tell him stop and he’ll immediately bring it all to a halt.
It’s alright, it’s alright. Deep breaths baby. You good?
But don’t you worry, because after having his way with you he’ll made sure to take care of you. He’d caress you gently, pressing you against his chest as his fingertips smooth over the marks left behind of your lovemaking. He’d clean you up, kiss you gently on your forehead and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you drift into sleep.
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note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.
w: so much smut
request open
A = Aftercare
After sex, Jude helps you clean up and then cuddles with you in bed. He strokes your back, kisses your forehead, whispers “you did amazing”, and runs his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.
B = Body part
He’s obsessed with your thighs. Completely addicted to how they tremble when he’s eating you out or how you squeeze his head with them. He also bites them, leaves marks, and loves watching his fingers sink into that soft part of you.
C = Cum
He loves finishing inside. Nothing drives him crazier than feeling you clench around him when he cums. But if he can’t, his second favorite spot is your stomach or your tits.
D = Dirty Secret
Jude doesn’t keep secrets — he’s a freak. He likes telling you everything and doing everything to you.
E = Experience
He’s got experience, but with you, he’s really let go. He lets you explore, suggest, play. You can tell he knows what he’s doing, but what makes him so good is how much he enjoys watching you fall apart.
F = Favorite Position
Face to face, with your legs wrapped around his waist. He wants to see you, hear you, have you close.
G = Goofy
Not much during sex, but before and after he’s all cuddly and sweet. Laughs at how nervous you get, cracks dumb jokes to relax you, and sometimes grabs you from behind in the kitchen saying, “mmm, you smell so good… should I fuck you here or on the couch?”
H = Hair
He likes to keep it clean, but natural. No fully shaved look — just trimmed and neat enough to feel good.
I = Intimacy
Very intense. Slow, fast, rough, gentle — however you need it, Jude will give it to you.
J = Jack off
He does it when he hasn’t seen you in days… and he always thinks of you. Your videos, your voice notes, even your texts.
K = Kink
He’s got a control kink. Loves dominating, but never in a rude way, he guides you, orders you, makes you talk. Jude loves hearing dirty things from you, so when you can speak, he’s hooked.
L = Location
He’s obsessed with the couch. Something about having you naked in the middle of the living room, fully exposed, drives him mad. But he’s also into forbidden places: hotel bathrooms, the backseat of a car with tinted windows, even a fitting room.
M = Motivation
He gets off on pleasing you, so when you’re stressed, it turns him on. If he sees you frustrated, his first instinct is to make you forget everything. Hearing you moan after a bad day is his reward.
N = No
He’s not into humiliation or pain. He never wants to see you cry — unless it’s from pleasure. And he would never touch you without consent, especially not if you’re drunk or out of it.
O = Oral
He loves receiving, but going down on you drives him insane. Loves seeing you on your knees, looking up at him with your mouth full. The way you tie your hair back, how you tease with slow licks or take it all to make him moan. He bites his lip while watching, sometimes guiding your head gently with his hand.
If he had to choose, though, he prefers receiving. Nothing turns him on more than your wet, desperate mouth around him. He loves cumming on your tongue, watching you swallow, seeing you wipe the corner of your mouth and ask, “did you like that?” like you don’t know the power you have.
P = Pace
He starts slow, then picks up the speed and gets rough. If you’re on top, he lets you ride at your pace… until he gets impatient and takes over.
Q = Quickie
Yes — and he loves them. Before events, in party bathrooms, when you show up for a visit. He pushes you against the wall, lifts your skirt or pulls your pants down, and doesn’t even undress fully. They’re fast, dirty, desperate.
R = Risk
Very down for it. Gets turned on by risky places, semi-public sex (without being seen, but close). Loves playing with the danger of getting caught, how fast it has to be, how you don’t even have time to think.
S = Stamina
He’s got too much energy. Can go one, two, three rounds — especially if you’re still needy. Sometimes he lets you rest while he keeps touching you until you’re ready for more.
T = Toys
He doesn’t need them, but if you want to use one, he’s in. He’s used vibrators and soft restraints with you — but he’s always the one holding the controls.
U = Unfair
Such a tease sometimes. Loves making you beg, edging you, stopping right when you’re about to come. “Are you ready yet?” “No, not yet… just hold on a little longer…” And he smirks at how desperate you get.
V = Volume
Low moans, but deep. Says your name, growls through his teeth when he cums, sometimes whispers rough things in your ear while thrusting deeper. He’s quieter during quickies, but in long sessions? He doesn’t hold back.
W = Wild Card
One time, right after a fight. Nothing serious, just that tense silence after an argument. You were in the kitchen ignoring him, and he walked up, pushed you against the counter, pulled your panties down, and fucked you right there. No words, just rough, needy sex until neither of you remembered what the fight was about.
X = X-ray
He’s packing and he knows how to use it.
Y = Yearning
He can control himself, he’s not always horny… but if it’s you? He’s always ready in seconds.
Z = Zzz
After sex and after helping you clean up, he waits for you to fall asleep first and then finally lets himself rest.
summary: when to surprise Jude you take your little daughter for the first time in a game
may contain spelling and translation errors!
It was an important game at Santiago Bernabeu, with Real Madrid facing one of its biggest rivals. Jude Bellingham was focussed, as always, but he didn't imagine that that night had a surprise he would never forget.
You had planned everything in secret. With Nala already completing seven months, you decided it was time to take her to the stadium for the first time. In addition, did you know that Jude would be thrilled to see the little one wearing the team's official shirt, personalised with the name "Bellingham" and the number 5 - the same as her father.
You arrived at the stadium with Nala in your arms, wearing a warm coat over the mini shirt. You went straight to the area reserved for the players' families, being welcomed by the WAGs, who were already looking forward to meeting the Bellingham's' daughter up close.
-You finally brought her, Y/n! -Joked one of the players' wives. -Jude will go crazy when he sees you here.
You smiled, adjusting your daughter's cute hat, which matched perfectly with the baby's look.
-He has no idea. I thought it was time to give dad a boost on the field.
Nala, unaware of the commotion around him, looked curiously at everything. The loud sounds, the lights and the energy of the stadium left her enchanted.
While the players were warming up on the lawn, you decided to go down a little to the area closest to the field, still in the reserved part, so that Jude could see it. Some teammates realised it first.
-Wait a minute... is it Nala?
Said Camavinga, pointing to the side.
Rodrygo, who was next to him, laughed.
-I can't believe it! Jude will have an attack when he realises.
And it didn't take long for your fiancé to look in the direction in which the companions were pointing. He stopped in the middle of the field, his eyes wide, and a gigantic smile took over his face. He waved excitedly, as if he wanted to make sure it was real.
You answered with a small nod, lifting Nala on your lap. The baby, as if understanding what was happening, gave an adorable giggle and babbled something indecipherable, making Jude smile even more.
-My daughter is here!
Jude exclaimed to his colleagues, visibly moved.
At halftime from the game, the boy went straight to where you were. He didn't even bother to take his eyes off his daughter, who was now more desperate and kept watching everything around her.
-You two killed me from the heart today. -He said, taking the baby in his arms. -Look at this shirt! 'Bellingham 5'... My girl is all stylish."
Nala grabbed her father's face with her little hands, making everyone around her sigh with tenderness.
-It's getting strong, huh?
Jude commented, kissing his daughter's cheek.
Some teammates approached, curious to meet the famous little girl. Vinícius was the first to joke.
-She already looks like a player, huh, Jude? It will be faster than you.
-Look at this! She's already practising the grip to hold the ball.
You laughed while watching the scene.
-Be careful, guys. Nala may end up becoming the team's official mascot.
After a few minutes, Jude had to go back to the field, but not without first kissing you and the little girl again. He was visibly more excited and inspired. Commentators and fans didn't take long to realise that something special was happening - Bellingham seemed more focussed and determined than ever.
The camera even captured a moment when he looked at the stands and smiled, discreetly waving to you. This, of course, left fans emotional on social networks, with many commenting: Baby Bellingham is already officially Real Madrid's biggest lucky amulet!
When the game ended with a spectacular victory, Jude ran straight to you again. He held his daughter in his arms and lifted him up, as if introducing the little one to the crowd, who went crazy.
Already in the car, Nala fell asleep on his lap, exhausted after so much news. You looked at Jude through the rearview mirror and smiled.
-Today was the best game of my life, you know?
He said, intertwining his fingers with yours.
-Of course it was. You had our amulet there with you.
You answered with a smile.
Jude laughed softly.
-Now that she came once, she will always have to come.
You pretended to sigh.
-It's good, Bellingham. I think we can turn Nala into Madrid's number one fan.
And so, your little daughter's first trip to the stadium went down in history as one of the most special days for Jude - and, of course, for the fans who couldn't stand so much cuteness anymore.
summary: you have an extra special gift for jude this christmas
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
warnings: 18+, hints of brothers bsf!jude, grinding, mentions of sex
notes: i Need him!!! you can find my masterlist here. i might make a second part to this
"can i open my eyes yet?" jude asked. he was seated at the very edge of your mattress, legs spread wide and arms behind him as he rested back on his palms, the perfect picture of calm. the barely noticeable tick in his jaw was the only giveaway that he was on edge and it sent a thrill through you knowing just how much you affected him. it boosted your confidence, made this little show feel a lot more exciting despite the slightly nervous tremor in your fingers.
for a few quiet moments you simply admired the man in front of you, basked in the opportunity to drink him in without his eyes on you. he was shirtless, per your request and the sight of his bare chest and that teasing ladder of hair made you a little dry mouthed, filled your head with endless fantasies. dragging your gaze upwards you settled on his face, on the stubble covering his jaw, the soft curve of his lips and his lashes, so unfairly long, they made you jealous. he was stupidly pretty, gorgeous in a way that had landed you in trouble the second your brother had brought him home. jude was supposed to be off limits. yet here he was, half naked in your room and growing slightly impatient with your surprise.
"babe?"
"hmm?" you hummed softly, still caught up in running your eyes over his arms, cheeks growing hot at the bulge of his biceps. you wanted to sink your teeth into them, into his shoulders and chest, to mark and claim him despite all the reasons you shouldn't. jude's huff of laughter brought your attention back to his face.
"can i open my eyes?"
"oh." you coughed quietly to clear your throat and straightened up, prepared to spin as you double checked your outfit was perfect. "yeah, you can open your eyes." you held your breath and watched his lashes flutter open, watched almost in slow motion as his jaw dropped, dark gaze bouncing rapidly over your body. he didn’t seem to know where he wanted to look most, a soft curse falling from his lips as he suddenly sat up straight.
you gave him a slow twirl, felt the tiny skirt you were wearing lift up just slightly and you were rewarded with a low groan from jude at the peak of your ass beneath. the outfit was simple enough, a tiny red skirt, equally as tiny red bra and a santa hat but the boy in front of you was staring as though you were a prized painting. it made your pulse thunder and your skin felt hot and prickly wherever his eyes roamed. goosebumps had risen across your chest because jude’s gaze was suddenly pinned to your boobs.
“merry christmas, jude.”
“holy shit.” he gave a light, breathless laugh, swallowed harshly and twisted his finger in the air. “fuck, gimme another spin.” you did as you were told, twirled for him and then stopped with your hands on your hips. a smile tugged your lips.
“what do you think?”
“what do i- jesus christ.”
“yeah?” you raised your eyebrows at his obvious lack of words, at the dazed look he was wearing and the desire burning in his eyes. jude bit down on his bottom lip, head shaking as he tracked every inch of your body and the heat of his gaze felt like the caress of his fingers over your bare skin. up along your legs, lingering just slightly on your thighs before sliding over your bare stomach, drinking in the way your boobs half spilled from the slightly too small cups and then over your face and to the little hat sitting lopsidedly on your head. he was grinning by that point.
“you’re gorgeous. it’s- i don’t- how do you look so fuckin’ good?” he groaned low in his throat, sounding almost like he was in pain. “that skirt.” a half shy smile was making its way onto your face as you fiddled with the hem of the skirt, hyper aware of the bulge that had appeared in jude’s shorts and even more aware of the way his hand had wandered only inches from it.
“i have something else for you.”
“something else?” jude gaped a little, shifted on your mattress to adjust his shorts but it did nothing to hide his cock. you swallowed, swiped your tongue along your bottom lip before slowly making your way over to him, hips swaying as you tried your hardest not to look ridiculous. the way this boy was looking at you however suggested that wasn’t a possibility. you came to a stop in front of him, tits so close to his face that jude simply couldn’t help himself as he leant forward, nipped softly at the flesh spilling out over the material before soothing the mark with a kiss. he glanced up at you through his lashes, eyes so dark they almost had you gasping for air. “what more could you possibly have?”
with your hands on his shoulders, you pressed your knees into the mattress on either side of his thighs, settled yourself in his lap only inches from his aching cock. you could feel the heat of him and wanted nothing more than to sink down onto him but you wanted jude to see the last part of your little gift. unable to stop yourself from teasing, you lowered your hips, ground down a little so you could drag your pussy over the tent in his shorts and grinned at the low hiss he let out. his hands clamped down on your waist.
“lift the skirt up.” your voice was a low command, silky smooth and you felt him shudder beneath you, watched his eyes fall closed for a moment when you lifted yourself back off his lap and simply hovered.
jude’s hands settled on your thighs and his fingers were soft as they slid up until they rested at the hem of your skirt. he fiddled with it for a second before flipping the material up, revealing your silky red underwear and his jaw ticked when he spotted just what it was you wanted to show him. stitched across the front of your underwear in pretty white thread, was one simple word, jude.
“thought you’d like it.” you whispered, heart thudding in your chest at his silence, heat flooding your cheeks because jude simply couldn’t look away. his throat bobbed on a swallow, lashes fluttering as he blinked once, twice before finally dragging his gaze back up to yours.
“you’re not real.” he didn’t give you chance to reply to that as he tipped his head to kiss you, lips slotting messily over yours as he curled one hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer. his other hand flattened against the top of your thigh, your skirt falling over his fingers as you settled back down into his lap.
for the next few minutes you simply got lost in his kisses, in the slow drag of his tongue over yours and the occasional nip of his teeth against your bottom lip. nothing mattered but jude’s mouth and the feel of his cock beneath you as you rocked slowly against him, unaware of the damp spot that was slowly spreading over the crotch of your new underwear. a startled whine bled past your lips when jude’s hand shifted beneath your skirt and his thumb pressed firmly over your clit. he rubbed it in soft, slow circles that matched the lazy press of his lips.
“want you to keep these on.” he mumbled, words muffled as he started to work his lips and teeth along your jaw. his hand had knocked your hat slightly askew and when he pulled back he helped to fix it for you, grinning dark and dirty at you when you eyed him in confusion.
“hm?” you were a little dazed, rocking into his hand and down onto his cock, fingers sunk deep into his shoulders for purchase. you choked on a quiet moan when his fingers slipped down and pressed against your already soaked hole, pushed against the damp material of the underwear he was now so infatuated with.
“y’gonna ride my cock like a good girl,” he told you, fingers deftly hooking into the material and tugging it to the side. two fingers brushed over your pussy, circled your clit before sliding back down. “but i want you to keep this pretty little outfit on, okay?”
summary: you have an extra special gift for jude this christmas
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
word count: 1.4k
warnings: 18+, hints of brothers bsf!jude, grinding, mentions of sex
notes: i Need him!!! you can find my masterlist here. i might make a second part to this
"can i open my eyes yet?" jude asked. he was seated at the very edge of your mattress, legs spread wide and arms behind him as he rested back on his palms, the perfect picture of calm. the barely noticeable tick in his jaw was the only giveaway that he was on edge and it sent a thrill through you knowing just how much you affected him. it boosted your confidence, made this little show feel a lot more exciting despite the slightly nervous tremor in your fingers.
for a few quiet moments you simply admired the man in front of you, basked in the opportunity to drink him in without his eyes on you. he was shirtless, per your request and the sight of his bare chest and that teasing ladder of hair made you a little dry mouthed, filled your head with endless fantasies. dragging your gaze upwards you settled on his face, on the stubble covering his jaw, the soft curve of his lips and his lashes, so unfairly long, they made you jealous. he was stupidly pretty, gorgeous in a way that had landed you in trouble the second your brother had brought him home. jude was supposed to be off limits. yet here he was, half naked in your room and growing slightly impatient with your surprise.
"babe?"
"hmm?" you hummed softly, still caught up in running your eyes over his arms, cheeks growing hot at the bulge of his biceps. you wanted to sink your teeth into them, into his shoulders and chest, to mark and claim him despite all the reasons you shouldn't. jude's huff of laughter brought your attention back to his face.
"can i open my eyes?"
"oh." you coughed quietly to clear your throat and straightened up, prepared to spin as you double checked your outfit was perfect. "yeah, you can open your eyes." you held your breath and watched his lashes flutter open, watched almost in slow motion as his jaw dropped, dark gaze bouncing rapidly over your body. he didn’t seem to know where he wanted to look most, a soft curse falling from his lips as he suddenly sat up straight.
you gave him a slow twirl, felt the tiny skirt you were wearing lift up just slightly and you were rewarded with a low groan from jude at the peak of your ass beneath. the outfit was simple enough, a tiny red skirt, equally as tiny red bra and a santa hat but the boy in front of you was staring as though you were a prized painting. it made your pulse thunder and your skin felt hot and prickly wherever his eyes roamed. goosebumps had risen across your chest because jude’s gaze was suddenly pinned to your boobs.
“merry christmas, jude.”
“holy shit.” he gave a light, breathless laugh, swallowed harshly and twisted his finger in the air. “fuck, gimme another spin.” you did as you were told, twirled for him and then stopped with your hands on your hips. a smile tugged your lips.
“what do you think?”
“what do i- jesus christ.”
“yeah?” you raised your eyebrows at his obvious lack of words, at the dazed look he was wearing and the desire burning in his eyes. jude bit down on his bottom lip, head shaking as he tracked every inch of your body and the heat of his gaze felt like the caress of his fingers over your bare skin. up along your legs, lingering just slightly on your thighs before sliding over your bare stomach, drinking in the way your boobs half spilled from the slightly too small cups and then over your face and to the little hat sitting lopsidedly on your head. he was grinning by that point.
“you’re gorgeous. it’s- i don’t- how do you look so fuckin’ good?” he groaned low in his throat, sounding almost like he was in pain. “that skirt.” a half shy smile was making its way onto your face as you fiddled with the hem of the skirt, hyper aware of the bulge that had appeared in jude’s shorts and even more aware of the way his hand had wandered only inches from it.
“i have something else for you.”
“something else?” jude gaped a little, shifted on your mattress to adjust his shorts but it did nothing to hide his cock. you swallowed, swiped your tongue along your bottom lip before slowly making your way over to him, hips swaying as you tried your hardest not to look ridiculous. the way this boy was looking at you however suggested that wasn’t a possibility. you came to a stop in front of him, tits so close to his face that jude simply couldn’t help himself as he leant forward, nipped softly at the flesh spilling out over the material before soothing the mark with a kiss. he glanced up at you through his lashes, eyes so dark they almost had you gasping for air. “what more could you possibly have?”
with your hands on his shoulders, you pressed your knees into the mattress on either side of his thighs, settled yourself in his lap only inches from his aching cock. you could feel the heat of him and wanted nothing more than to sink down onto him but you wanted jude to see the last part of your little gift. unable to stop yourself from teasing, you lowered your hips, ground down a little so you could drag your pussy over the tent in his shorts and grinned at the low hiss he let out. his hands clamped down on your waist.
“lift the skirt up.” your voice was a low command, silky smooth and you felt him shudder beneath you, watched his eyes fall closed for a moment when you lifted yourself back off his lap and simply hovered.
jude’s hands settled on your thighs and his fingers were soft as they slid up until they rested at the hem of your skirt. he fiddled with it for a second before flipping the material up, revealing your silky red underwear and his jaw ticked when he spotted just what it was you wanted to show him. stitched across the front of your underwear in pretty white thread, was one simple word, jude.
“thought you’d like it.” you whispered, heart thudding in your chest at his silence, heat flooding your cheeks because jude simply couldn’t look away. his throat bobbed on a swallow, lashes fluttering as he blinked once, twice before finally dragging his gaze back up to yours.
“you’re not real.” he didn’t give you chance to reply to that as he tipped his head to kiss you, lips slotting messily over yours as he curled one hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer. his other hand flattened against the top of your thigh, your skirt falling over his fingers as you settled back down into his lap.
for the next few minutes you simply got lost in his kisses, in the slow drag of his tongue over yours and the occasional nip of his teeth against your bottom lip. nothing mattered but jude’s mouth and the feel of his cock beneath you as you rocked slowly against him, unaware of the damp spot that was slowly spreading over the crotch of your new underwear. a startled whine bled past your lips when jude’s hand shifted beneath your skirt and his thumb pressed firmly over your clit. he rubbed it in soft, slow circles that matched the lazy press of his lips.
“want you to keep these on.” he mumbled, words muffled as he started to work his lips and teeth along your jaw. his hand had knocked your hat slightly askew and when he pulled back he helped to fix it for you, grinning dark and dirty at you when you eyed him in confusion.
“hm?” you were a little dazed, rocking into his hand and down onto his cock, fingers sunk deep into his shoulders for purchase. you choked on a quiet moan when his fingers slipped down and pressed against your already soaked hole, pushed against the damp material of the underwear he was now so infatuated with.
“y’gonna ride my cock like a good girl,” he told you, fingers deftly hooking into the material and tugging it to the side. two fingers brushed over your pussy, circled your clit before sliding back down. “but i want you to keep this pretty little outfit on, okay?”
summary: jude reveals in an interview that he has a crush on model y/n wolff, and now has the entire f1 grid coming after him.
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fc: rashan mh
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in italy for the gp 🏎️ 🇮🇹 !!
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gigihadid i miss u alreadyy
➥ justyn i’ll be back soonnnn
sabrinacarpenter so pretty !!
➥ justyn says u
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➥ user08 he said he had a crush on her in his latest interview 😭
susiewolff komm bald nach hause, dein vater macht uns verrückt
➥ justyn 😭
hearts4yn jude back off
judebellingham 😻
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➥ alexalbon nah thats crazy
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➥ lewishamilton fr
➥ carlossainz no way
➥ justyn ...
judebellingham
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italy 😎
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user09 jude soft launching was not on my 2024 bingo card
judeloml NOOOO HE HAS A GF
georgerussell if he has a gf why is he coming after yn
➥ just.yn george...
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user45 why is the whole grid and their mothers in jude's comments??
➥ averagejudelover my concerns exactly
katiekane tell her i wanna see her
➥ judebellingham will do
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to summarise: me looking at him, me wondering why my dad's yelling so much, me hiding him from everyone
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alexanderasaintmleux come by sometime with him!
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lilymhe tell him i was here first
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middle pic is my dad when he realises im soft launching 🤐
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landonorris stop being horny on main
➥ georgerussell what
➥ lewishamilton ^
➥ charlesleclerc ^
➥ alexalbon ^
➥ yukitsunoda ^
➥ carlossainz ^
➥ maxverstappen ^
user09 ok theyre actually kinda cute
alexanderasaintmleux scared for him when they find out
➥ justyn same 😭
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victoriabeckham tell your mum i said hi
➥ justyn will do 🫡
lilymhe hes gonna get even more beat up now 😭
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ynmylove if theyre this cute how am i meant to be mad
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two new photos of jude bellingham and yn wolff have been leaked providing further proof for yn to be the unknown wag on katiekane 's instagram page. the pair have been soft launching partners since early march, with photos that look a lot like each other. they were seen together after todays grand prix in imola in a small restaurant.
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georgerussell theres no way
totowolff what.
lewishamilton oh
maxverstappen well yn is done for
alexalbon what the hell
➥ alexalbon lowk scared for jude tho
rbrmylove it looks like the grid didn't know either 😭
➥ oscarpiastri erm actually 🤓
➥ logansargeant we did
➥ landonorris ^
➥ charlesleclerc NO WAY YN TRUSTED U GUYS
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my girl
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justyn I LOVE YOUU
➥ judebellingham ME TOO
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➥ georgerussell tryna figure that out
➥ lewishamilton no cos what
➥ charlesleclerc i cant believe it
➥ carlossainz like
➥ oscarpiastri cant relate
➥ logansargeant same
➥ landonorris yn just doesn't trust you
susiewolff you both are so cute
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sabrinacarpenter give her backk
➥ judebellingham no
tyla tell ur gf i want her
➥ judebellingham what no
➥ justyn I WANT YOU TOO
justyn
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my boy
judebellingham
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judebellingham i love you pretty girl
➥ justyn i love you too pretty boy
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➥ susiewolff finally!
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dualipa cuties
victoriabeckham favourite couple
paigemilian adorable
alexanderasaintmleux 💗
lilymhe nooooooooo
➥ lilymhe im kidding you guys are so cute
a/n saw someone say they love the jude x f1 crossovers so i did another one lemme know if u like
The kitchen is filled with the inviting aroma of the sauce simmering gently on the stove. You move around the counters, focused on finishing dinner for Jude, wanting to surprise him after his long day of training.
You’re so engrossed in chopping fresh basil that you don’t hear him come in. Suddenly, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, and the warmth of his body presses against you. Before you can turn or say anything, his warm breath brushes against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Babe, I’m cooking…” you whisper with a soft laugh, trying to focus.
But he doesn’t stop. He places a gentle kiss on your neck, and a smile creeps onto your face as your eyes flutter shut for a moment.
“Jude!” you protest playfully, even though your heart is racing. “Dinner’s going to burn if you don’t let me finish.”
He chuckles softly, and you can feel the grin on his lips. “If it burns, we’ll order something. But right now, I need you.”
You turn slowly in his arms, meeting his bright, mischievous eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you say with a smile.
“Only because you make me this way,” he murmurs, leaning in to steal a kiss, this time on your lips.
You smile and feel Jude's hands lifting your little dress that you wear around the house and you smile. “Jude” you murmur in amusement.
He grins mischievously as his hands move underneath the fabric, fingers tracing the curves of your body, making your heart pound against your ribcage.“I can’t help it," he says huskily. "Not when you look so damn tempting, babe."
You look at him amused as Jude smiles nibbling your neck while caressing your ass. “Turn off the stove,” he whispers next to your neck. You let out a little gasp as his lips find your neck, enjoying the feeling of his teeth against your skin. As his hands roam and roam over your body, you nod dazedly.
You reach out blindly behind you and turn off the heat, your body practically melting under his touch.“Satisfied?” you murmur, trying to catch your breath.
Jude smiles and drags you over to the kitchen table bending you over giving a nice view of your ass giving you a slap. “Yes, now yes” he murmurs playing with your black thong. You gasp as he pushes you forward onto the kitchen table, hands gripping the edge. Your core tightens as his eyes roam over your body, especially your ass, which is now exposed beneath your little black thong.
“J-Jude” you try to say. You bite your lip in anticipation as his fingers trail along the edge of your panties, teasing you. His hands are warm and strong, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as he stands behind you.“You know what I want, babe,” he murmurs, his voice low and throaty. "And I know you want it too."
Jude pulls down his sweatpants and boxers and then slowly pulls down your thong. You shiver as you feel his touch against your skin, the cold air of the kitchen on your bare flesh. His hands grasp your hips, pulling you back against him, and you can feel his hardness pressing against you.“Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispers, his lips close to your ear.
"Yes," you whisper back, your voice already shaky with desire. "Please, Jude.."He grins, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment. "That's what I like to hear."
Jude positions himself against your entrance, and you can feel him right there, ready to take you. "God, you're so wet for me," he murmurs.
He places his hands on your hips as he begins to move a little faster while kissing your neck. You moan softly as he starts moving, his lips against your neck and his hands gripping your hips tightly. Each movement feels like electricity, making your body hum with pleasure."Oh, god," you gasp, arching your back involuntarily.
Jude smiles slapping your ass and moving faster. “Such a good girl, you warm my cock up so good” Jude says praising you.
"Mm, keep talking like that," you breathe out, your voice a bit shaky.He laughs breathlessly, his breath hot against your skin. "Yeah? You like it when I talk dirty, baby? You like it when I tell you how good you feel around me? How much I want you right now?"
You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. The friction of his movement, his words, it's all too much. You feel like you're going to combust. "Yes," you manage to gasp out.
His big cock went in and out of you quickly as he accompanied his thrusts with slaps on your ass, kisses on your neck and dirty words whispered in your ear.
You feel yourself getting lost in a sea of sensation, each one more intense than. You moan loudly throwing your hips back to get more from Jude. "so good baby".
He moans in response, his grip on your hips becoming almost bruising, but you barely notice. "Fuck, you feel perfect," he growls, his voice hoarse. "So tight, so wet... you're driving me crazy,babygirl” he murmurs, increasing his thrusts.
You arch your back in response, feeling the pleasure build within you, threatening to spill over. "J-Jude, I'm so close," you breathe out, your words slightly slurred.
"Come for me, baby," he whispers in your ear, his voice thick. His words, combined with the heat and pressure of his body against yours, make you come screaming. “Jude” you moaned his name as he continued to thrust into you.
You cry out as the waves of pleasure hit you, your body shaking hard. Jude with two more hard thrusts comes inside you while nibbling your neck leaving hickeys. You feel his body tense against yours as he reaches his own release, his teeth leaving marks on your skin. You're both panting, your bodies slick with sweat. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both come down.
He pulls out of you and lifts up your boxers and tracksuit and adjusts your dress and thong. You whimper at the loss of contact and roll over in a sitting position as you hug Jude and bury your head in the crook of his neck. Your legs are still shaking.
Jude laughs softly, feeling you bury yourself against him. He runs his fingers gently over your hair, his touch soothing. "You always get so clingy after," he teases, amusement in his voice.
"Shut up," you say, your words muffled against his skin. "You're the one who just left some pretty big marks on my neck."
He grins unrepentantly. "What can I say? I like to claim what's mine." He lifts your head up and tilts your chin up, admiring the marks he left. "Besides, they look good on you."You roll your eyes, but you can't help the little shiver of pleasure that runs through you when he says that. Even now, after everything, he still has this power over you. "You're such a caveman, you know that?"
"And you love it," he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Admit it. You love it when I get all possessive." You scoff and look away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of admitting that he's right. "Please. As if I could love anything about your caveman tendencies."
He laughs, pulling you closer. "You say that, but I know how you look at me when I take control. You love it when I manhandle you like this." His hands slide down your body, almost as if to prove his point, and you shiver involuntarily.
"That... that's not fair," you protest weakly, but your body betrays you. It's as if he's programmed to push all your buttons. "I'm supposed to be the sensible one in this relationship." "That... that's not fair," you protest weakly, but your body betrays you. It's as if he's programmed to push all your buttons. "I'm supposed to be the sensible one in this relationship."
"Sensible is overrated," he says with a smirk. "There's no fun in that." His hands wander down to your thighs, and he massages the skin there gently. "Besides, you love it when I take charge." You swallow hard, feeling your body respond to his touch. He's right, and you hate it. "I... I..." you start to protest, but your words trail off as his hands move upward, sliding slowly up your thighs.
"I what, babe? Use your words." He grins, clearly enjoying your struggle to find the right words. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your skin, moving closer to where you want him, but not quite getting there.
You huff and hide in his neck again. “Okay, you're right, I like it,” you murmur into his neck. He laughs triumphantly, obviously pleased with himself. "See, was that so hard to admit? You just need me to push you a bit." His hands are still running over your thighs, his touch both gentle and demanding.
could you write reader being an athlete or a model and jude kinda taken aback by her beauty and then slides into her dm’s and from there that’s where their relationship started?
SPONSORSHIP - ju. bellingham
inwhich! you take up a sponsorship with real madrid, knowing nothing about football, and jude bellingham dm’s you and four years later you’re telling the story on live television.
frannytalks! such a cute idea! i’m not sure if you all like longer or shorter fics. i always try to do it in between pleasex3 lmk what you enjoy!! don’t forget to join my taglist(s) here!
you weren’t too deep into sports culture, but when your team got an email from the football team “real madrid”, you instantly took up the offer. you knew vaguely about the team and thought it’d be a good choice.
you only had to pose with some of their merch, you didn’t meet any players or anything and you were fine with that. they had told you they’d post the pictures a month later and you sort of forgot about it, having many other shows and photo shoots after.
coincidentally, you had made a post the same day madrid posted your collaboration, you had only found out because you noticed the practically whole team followed you and liked your post.
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yourusername: talk 2 me when ur new girl has wings ;)
liked by judebellingham, ardaguler, vinijr and 3.5 million others
madelineargy: fucking it girl
⤷ yourusername: miss u
kendalljenner: if anyone deserves the wings it’s you 😍
⤷ yourusername: only right after you 😩
itsyoungmiko: wow 🤩
⤷ yourusername: waiting for the album 😠
vinijr: hola 🥵
⤷ yourusername: hola 👋
oliviarodrigo: my little model 💜
⤷ yourusername: my cutie girl 😭💜
lando: 🔥🔥
amandadiaz: perfect girl
odetteorlena: guapisimaaa 😍
y/n.luvrr1: how is she so perfect
alanayena: wait jude in her likes 👀
⤷ naggymaggy5: & vini in her comments 😭
⤷ coutrbaey: he’s not wasting any time 🤣
⤷ a.rgel1a: but vini and y/n would look so good 😩
⤷ lesly.joh: in yours dreams maybe 😂
yaps.264: madrid x y/n was just the crossover we needed
cole33c: victoria secret angel AND madrid fan!? 😍😍
⤷ y/n.ladybug: my literal dream life
-
you stalked a couple of their pages, only following back a couple you thought were cute, and the one who commented. you came across “judebellingham” and followed him back, looking through his posts more.
he was definitely the more attractive one out of the whole team, you thought. you clicked off going to dms to send your single friends a couple of their pages, then you saw a dm from jude bellingham.
judebellingham: hey, i saw your sponsor post & thought you were gorgeous.
you stare at the message for a couple minutes, flattered, but unsure of what to reply with. you weren’t sure what he wanted exactly.
you: hey. thank you, i appreciate it!
judebellingham: how long have you been a fan of real madrid?
you: oh, i actually don’t really do sports. your team reached out, i looked into it and they seemed pretty solid.
judebellingham: oh i see.
judebellingham: are you in madrid atm?
you: i am actually, only for a couple more days.
you: i had a show recently, and now we finally get the vacation days.
judebellingham: 😂 i understand completely.
judebellingham: if you’re interested, i know a good café in the area.
you: that would be perfect! i’ve been looking for somewhere to grab a quick bite.
judebellingham: if you’d like i can pick you up in about an hour?
you: sounds good! :)
-
you sent him the address of the fancy suite you are staying at and you quickly ran to get ready, your friend, kinael, was helping you too.
“it’s like seven, basically night, so i definitely need a jacket of some sort.” you said to her across the room, from the restroom.
“this one’s cute.” she responds, holding it up.
you scan it, “mm, sure, that’s fine.”
“and who’s this guy again? you’re not gonna get kidnap?” she jokes.
you playfully roll your eyes, “he’s a football player, i sent you one of his friends accounts, i think you two would be cute.”
“i’ll check it out,” she pauses, hanging the jacket in the doorknob to the restroom, “i guess.”
“well, i thought he was also pretty cute, so i would check it out.” you say while turning around.
you change into your outfit, put on your shoes, and wait for a text saying “here.” you and your friend go through the madrid roster and rate the boys while you wait.
“wait is this the boy?” kinael points at jude.
you nod, “he’s cute, right?”
“he’s like the cutest of them all.” he groans, “no fair.”
“babes, trent is cute.” you nudge her, as your phone vibrates.
you look down and it reads “hey, i’m here. :)”, you instantly jump up, “he’s here!”
“shut up, shut up!” she squeals.
you give her a hug, “i’ll text you if anything happens, love you!”
“i love you too, be extra safe please!” she blows you a kiss goodbye.
he didn’t open the door for you, which you didn’t mind too much since you literally just found out about eachother existence not even a day ago.
he did step out the car to greet you though, “hey,” he said awkwardly putting his hands in his pocket.
you were unsure if you were supposed to give him a handshake or hug him, you went in for a handshake though since it seemed more of a casual thing to do.
“hey, nice to meet you.” you smiled as he took your hand in his.
“you as well,” he pauses, letting go, “firm hand.” jude laughs awkwardly.
you laugh along, enjoying the awkwardness. then, he walks you to the passenger side of the car and opens the door, helping you in.
“play whatever music you’d like.” he smiles, handing you his phone and buckling his seatbelt.
you nod and play a beabadoobee love song, but casual enough for it to come off normal.
“so, what do you exactly do for work?” he asks, tapping the steering wheel.
“i’m a model,” you bite your lip, “for victoria secret, mainly.”
he nods, “well, you’re good at your job.”
“are you flirting with me?” you playfully tease and his face turns a light shade of pink.
you laugh softly, “and how long have you been with madrid for?”
“almost two years now,” he says while giving you a quick look since you’re at a red light.
“oh okay, you’ve played football your whole life?”
“nah, not really,” he chuckles, “i never really had any interest in any sport until one random day when i got older.”
“really?” you tilt your head.
“mhm, and you?” he looks over once more, eyes going to your lips and back up to your eyes, “you’ve always wanted to do modeling?”
you instantly shake your head, “oh no way,” you stare out the window, “i always wanted to be a basketball player.”
jude widens his eyes in shock, “a basketball player? do you still play?”
“sometimes, not really though.” you frown a bit.
“why didn’t you choose that?” he says, scooting up and focusing on you.
you shrug, “my mother kinda forced,” you paused, “well, pushed me into doing modeling.”
he doesn’t say anything, so you break the silence, “i’m grateful she did, i mean i love it, most of the time.”
he flashes you a tiny smile, “i get that, i’m sorry to hear that though, i’m sure you would’ve been great.”
you nod, “that’s kinda why i stay away from all sports, reminds me of what i wanted to be you much.”
“they’re not all bad, well, football at least.” he smiles at you, “you should come to my game next week.”
“hm, should i?” you ask, playing with your fingers.
“if you want to, i can get you vip.” he winks.
“in exchange for?” you joke, smirking back.
“i mean, if you insist.” he laughs, creeping his hand near you, and you playfully swat it away.
the rest of the ride was spent with jude talking about football and you talking about modeling. when you two got to the cafe you ordered a couple pastries and drinks.
you talked to him about future plans, how life was going currently, where you’ve traveled to, family life, and random facts and stories you added in when you got sidetracked.
he talked to you all about football, his life before football, his friends and family, where he saw his life going, his childhood memories and stories, and the majority of things he enjoyed.
he had dropped you off around 2 am that same night, you texted all day and night since then, and you had to leave madrid, he came to see you every chance he had. a couple months after, you two started dating.
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“and that was all four years ago.” you smile to the interviewer.
“wow. and now you have two beautiful children together.” she says, giving you an upside down smile.
you nod, “yep, they’re a handful.”
“i’m sure the three of them are watching this at home right now as well.” she laughs.
you laugh along, “most definitely.” you say while blowing a kiss to the camera.
(author note - this is actually based on me after my night out this weekend lmao. had inspiration 🤣)
it was nearly 2:12 am when the headlights of a black cab swept across the driveway of the bellingham house in the birmingham suburbs. inside, the house was quiet. mostly.
jude was still awake, sitting in the lounge in gray joggers and a white tee, phone abandoned, ears half-tuned to the front of the house. he knew the second she stepped out of that cab—he just knew.
and sure enough, thirty seconds later…
thud. clack. giggle.
the front door burst open like a gust of wind had kicked it, and y/n stumbled inside wearing a glittery black mini dress, heels dangling from one hand and her clutch in the other. her hair was tousled, lipstick smudged charmingly across one cheek.
she paused in the doorway, blinking at the ceiling as if she’d forgotten what houses looked like.
“juuuuuude,” she sang suddenly, voice echoing in the hall like she was performing a sold-out arena show. “baby. babe. babyyyy.”
jude stood up instantly, grinning. “jesus christ,” he muttered under his breath before jogging toward her.
y/n saw him and let out a squeal of pure joy, like a puppy spotting its owner after a week.
“there you are!” she cried, throwing her shoes into a random corner. “my perfect boy. my precious angel. my first and final love.”
he caught her as she stumbled into his chest, arms immediately wrapping around her waist. she nuzzled into him like she could melt into his skin.
“you smell like tequila and strawberry vape,” he muttered, kissing the top of her head.
“i smell like love,” she replied, pouting. “i missed you all night. i told every girl at the club that you were the most beautiful man ever made. like michelangelo couldn’t even—couldn’t even sculpt you.”
he laughed, brushing her hair back. “alright, shakespeare. let’s get you upstairs.”
“but wait,” she said, stepping back to cup his cheeks in both her hands, looking at him with wide, glassy eyes. “i love you so much. like… i don’t think you get it. it’s not normal love. it’s, like, feral forest creature love. i would walk barefoot across a thousand lego bricks for you.”
he blinked, amused and mildly horrified. “thanks? that’s… intense.”
y/n then began kissing his face. forehead. cheek. chin. nose. lips. “i wanna kiss every part of your perfect footballer face,” she mumbled. “even your eyelids. can i kiss your eyelids?”
“no,” he said, holding her wrists gently and laughing. “you can’t even stand up. you’ll fall into my eye socket.”
as he started leading her upstairs, the hallway light flicked on. denise appeared in her robe, her eyes adjusting to the sudden chaos.
“oh no,” she said immediately, looking at y/n’s messy makeup, smeared eyeliner, and wobbly gait. “has she been poured into a taxi again?”
y/n gasped, as if seeing denise for the first time. “mum!!” she cried, flinging herself into her arms. denise blinked, surprised, but smiled warmly and hugged her back.
“i’m not your mum, sweetheart.”
“you are when i’m drunk,” y/n sniffled, half-laughing, half-weeping. “you’re so soft. can i sleep in your arms?”
jude rubbed his face. “oh my god.”
“she’s a cuddle-drunk,” denise said knowingly. “right. kitchen. she needs toast.”
“nutella!” y/n shouted, already halfway in jude’s arms again. “please! nutella toast and a tiny spoon so i can scoop it off the crust. it tastes better that way.”
jude, half-carrying her, dragged her toward the stairs. she clung to him like a baby koala.
just as they reached the landing, a door opened. jobe, bleary-eyed in an oversized hoodie, blinked into the hallway. “what’s all the noise?”
y/n gasped like he was a disney prince. “jobe,” she cried, reaching her arms out like she was seeing him through a romantic slow-mo lens.
jude groaned. “here we go.”
y/n wriggled out of jude’s arms and launched herself at jobe in a clumsy hug.
“jobe, i need to tell you something,” she said, eyes wide and whispery. “you’re my favourite person in the whole entire world.”
jobe froze in place, eyes darting between y/n’s head on his chest and jude’s thundercloud expression just down the hall.
“…thank you?” jobe said awkwardly, patting her shoulder.
“i mean it,” she mumbled into his hoodie. “you’re so soft and quiet and sweet. if you were a pillow, you’d be one of the expensive ones from john lewis.”
jobe blinked. “you’re very… poetic when you’re drunk.”
“i love your face,” she sighed dramatically. “i love your soul.”
jude stepped forward, clearing his throat. “okay, i think she’s told everyone in this house she loves them except me.”
y/n turned to him, eyes shining. “you’re not everyone,” she said softly. “you’re my whole world.”
that shut jude up.
jobe gently handed her back, and y/n melted into jude’s arms again, immediately going limp with exhaustion. jude kissed her temple, holding her with a hand on the back of her head.
“i’m fine,” she whispered sleepily. “just need a nap. and a bowl of pasta. and nutella toast. and you to hold me forever. that’s all. not much.”
jude carried her back down the stairs as denise placed a plate of toast and a glass of water on the counter.
“eat this before she falls asleep on the kitchen floor again.”
“i did that one time,” y/n mumbled into jude’s shoulder. “it was a nice tile.”
mark wandered in now, rubbing his eyes. he took one look at the scene—jude balancing y/n like a sleepy sloth, jobe still confused in the hallway, denise calmly buttering toast—and burst out laughing.
“well this is bloody brilliant,” mark said. “she’s like a tornado wrapped in glitter and tequila.”
“she’s a menace,” jude muttered, adjusting her in his arms.
“she’s a delight,” denise corrected, placing the toast on y/n’s lap once jude had plopped her on the couch.
y/n, now snuggled in a hoodie far too big and wrapped in three blankets, reached for the toast with trembling fingers. “this is the best moment of my life,” she whispered dramatically. “jude. your family is… so warm. like fresh laundry.”
jobe, still leaning on the banister upstairs, smiled softly, watching her.
jude noticed. and glared. “she doesn’t need another cuddle from you.”
jobe raised his hands, amused. “mate, she just said i was a john lewis pillow. i’m going back to bed.”
eventually, once she’d eaten, and her kisses slowed to soft mumbles against jude’s cheek, y/n curled into his side on the couch, murmuring something unintelligible about soup and true love.
denise placed a gentle hand on her hair, brushing a lock from her face. “she’s gonna feel rough in the morning.”
jude held her tighter. “yeah. but she’s cute when she’s drunk.”
y/n stirred slightly, whispering sleepily, “still wanna kiss your eyelids.”
and with that, she drifted off, tangled in jude’s arms, makeup half-wiped, toast crumbs on her blanket, and a chaotic kind of peace settling over the bellingham house.
a/n: idk if the moodboard even matches the story but pls just pretend it does 😭 this entire thing came from me spiraling at 3am after watching too many jude edits on tiktok, enjoy <3
sy: the reader has always been the kind of girl who overthinks everything, until one impulsive night in madrid leads her straight to jude bellingham. she convinces herself it meant nothing and that she’ll never see him again… until she unexpectedly runs into him once more.
last night was complete insanity.
like the kind of night where you wake up the next morning staring at the ceiling, trying to understand the exact moment you decided to just… stop thinking.
because god, i never do this.
i never accept impulsive invitations, never kiss strangers at parties, definitely never act like there’s no tomorrow. but yesterday felt different. it was like the only thing running through my head was how i’ve spent my whole life holding back, collecting regrets instead of memories. and all i could think was: better to regret doing it than regret never trying at all.
i wanted one reckless night.
and then there was him.
okay, i knew exactly who he was the second we started talking. living in madrid makes it impossible not to. and he had this ridiculously pretty british accent, an arrogant smile, and dark eyes that looked at me like he’d known me for years. he laughed softly near my ear, held my waist like it belonged there, and somehow made me forget every version of myself i used to be.
maybe that’s why i let myself believe all those things. maybe i was just tired of always being the good girl and yeah… maybe i made out with a football player.
but none of that matters now, because mornings exist to put your life back on track again.
i grabbed my phone while still lying in bed, makeup smudged, head pounding slightly. there was a message from my dad.
“surprise, sweetheart. i’m flying to madrid for a business meeting.”
i frowned immediately.
my dad never shows up unannounced.
then i opened the next text.
“we’re having dinner tonight. some business partners will be there.”
perfect, exactly what i needed after the most impulsive night of my life: a painfully boring business dinner.
the restaurant was ridiculously sophisticated, dim lighting, silent waiters, rich people pretending to be casual while wearing watches worth more than apartments.
i adjusted my black dress for the hundredth time while following the hostess to the reserved table.
my dad smiled the second he saw me.
“you look beautiful.”
“you only said that because you want me to survive two hours listening to men talk about money.”
“look on the bright side,” he laughed. “you get to spend time with your favorite dad.”
i rolled my eyes, sitting beside him.
there were three other men at the table. one older man, another checking his phone… and one empty chair.
“are we waiting for someone?” i asked distractedly, opening the menu.
“yeah,” my dad answered casually. “one of the investor’s sons.”
i barely paid attention, until i heard the voice.
“sorry i’m late.”
oh my god.
i really thought i wouldn’t hear that voice again anytime soon. my entire body froze.
no. no, no, no.
i slowly looked up and there he was.
this time dressed more formally, somehow even more attractive than the night before. but his eyes were exactly the same. intense and provoking. completely locked onto mine.
the silence crushed the air out of my lungs. because he recognized me immediately.
the corner of his mouth lifted slowly, dangerously.
“i think we’ve met before.”
my dad looked between us, confused.
“really?”
i forced a quick smile.
“i don’t think so.”
jude let out a quiet amused laugh right away, instantly noticing how nervous i was. like he was enjoying this far too much. worse? like he knew exactly what he did to me.
he pulled out his chair calmly, never taking his eyes off mine.
“hm… must be my imagination then.”
liar.
my heart was beating so hard and i couldn’t stop fidgeting with my fingers under the table. how does this happen to me? the one time i let myself have fun and forget everything… and somehow he’s here again.
the investor’s son. of course. exactly the kind of bad luck the universe loves throwing at me.
i tried to look away, but he tilted his head slightly, watching me like he was waiting for me to lose composure first.
and then, underneath the table, i felt something brush against my heel. his shoe. my breath caught immediately.
jude casually picked up his wine glass like nothing was happening.
“you seem nervous,” he murmured quietly enough for only me to hear.
i stared at him in disbelief.
“god, you really think highly of yourself,” i said with a sarcastic smile.
Tags: friend group, established friendship, secretive dating, arcade hangout, make out, playful teasing
Pairing: Jude Bellingham x reader
Genre: soft smut with fluff
Synopsis: You and Jude both were in the same friend group who decided to go to the arcade. There you two secretly sneaked out to see each other in private.
Word count: 1k
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You and your friend group have decided to go to an arcade all together. The day has finally come and you were getting ready with your best friend Victoria.
“Is this too dressed up for a casual arcade trip or nah?” You asked Victoria, unsure if your outfit was not casual enough.
“It’s fine babes nobody cares” Victoria replied with her voice laced in confidence just like she is.
You both headed out short after and arrived at the location. Greeting everyone one by one with a big smile and a hug you were now standing in front of Jude. He wore a mischievous smile, almost smirk, on his face. You laughed to yourself before giving him the same hug you did to everyone else. Except this hug was just about one second longer than the other ones. Releasing yourself from Jude’s arms you gave him a sly smile with your eyes before heading back to Victoria like nothing happened.
Throughout the rest of the day you could feel a specific pair of eyes burning in your back. Deciding not to feed his need for attention you purposely kept avoiding him and his closest friend while at the arcade. You all went to a crowded area where there was a basketball battle happening for a chance to win 500 tickets. With all the shouts and loud music you were unable to hear one another properly. Looking around in confusion you suddenly felt someone who was definitely hovering over you tick on your shoulder. You looked up to find Jude.
Jude immediately smiled seeing your face. He was mouthing something but you just were unable to hear what he said. Leaning in closer to your ear he said “Have you been avoiding me on purpose?”
You’re unable to worry about the others catching up to whatever is happening between you and Jude because of the fact it’s overly crowded anyway. “I think delaying is a better fit than ‘avoiding’.”
He threw his head back exposing his neck while laughing about the not so funny comment i just made. “You got a smart mouth on you today hm?”
“Don’t I always?” You teased back.
In the corner of your eye you could already see Victoria walking towards you and Jude with way too much excitement than wanted. Quickly breaking off the closeness between you and Jude you told him one final thing. “Meet me outside in a bit when everyone’s busy yeah?”
Jude could do nothing but eagerly nod his head while biting his lip.
You satisfyingly smiled back.
Minutes have passed and you’ve decided to give the green light and send Jude a text to meet up at a small empty corner street nobody would walk past.
It hasn’t even been 4 minutes that Jude showed up despite the location you sent being a couple streets away. “You’ve arrived fast.”
“It’s fair to say I just couldn’t wait.” He admitted.
“Do you think they know, or at least noticed?”
“Me running away? That yes, but this..?” he said while pointing at us “no.”
You let out a sigh of relief. “But just know Jude you weren’t alone.”
“Alone in what?” He replied.
“Not being able to wait. You know I like the chase but I think I might like you a lil bit more.” You said now placing your arm right above his chest.
“Hmm i see what you’re doing there.” Jude has now mirrored your action and placed his hand over yours that was already on his chest.
Not being able to resist yourself you lean in closer and step on your toes to make your lips reach his and close the gap between them.
Jude bended his neck down to reach your length and make the final connection and closing the gap.
Caressing his cheek with your thumb the at first sweet make out turned into something more desperate, a craving that came from both sides. Unspoken but yet felt deeply by you both.
Jude became more hungry for your lips, for your taste. But never aggressive, it’s like he could read your mind and exactly know what you wanted. Boring softly on your lower lip to grant him more access into your mouth to explore. You were the first one to break apart from the kiss to catch some breath. Jude didn’t speak a word and continued softly placing kisses on your neck. After a few kisses he planted on your neck you grab his chin in order for him to look at you. “Hey don’t leave a mark okay? We still gotta go back in there, both of us do.”
He gave a quick kiss right on your lips before answering with an agreeing nod.
You ran your hair one final time before coming to an agreement of going back to the arcade through separate entries.
Walking through the door the first person you spot is Victoria. She immediately waved at you and greeted you with a big hug asking where you’ve been. You dodge the question by leading her to the bar since you really wanted a drink.
At the bar the rest of the friend group gathered as well, Jude was on the other side of the bar talking with his best friend. Even though it seemed he was in a deep conversation with them he kept secretly eyeing you across the room which made you blush a little.
“What’s wrong? Your cheeks are burning red!” Victoria commented.
Covering up your true reason you started fake coughing explaining to Victoria it was the drink that almost choked you.
After a couple of rounds at the bar everyone decided to call it a night. Almost everyone left except for a few and you and Victoria were waiting for the cab to come pick you guys up.
Once the cab has arrived you suddenly got a text, it was Jude.
‘Next time we should take it to sheets instead of the streets yh?’
You placed my hand in front of my mouth to hide the crazy smile that was forming on your face from Victoria. Staring out of the window you let the text sink in and thought of a way to reply.
‘😝’ was the best reaction you could come up with. Just enough to leave the question unanswered yet keeping it playful.
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