ellie

twenty . safe space for anyone and everyone! ☆

[luvjellie]

ellie 𝜗ৎ she/they. twenty. currently obsessed with: jude bellingham & erling haaland.

love the beatles. sabrina carpenter is my princess. fushiguro toji's number one girl. excited‎‎‎‎‎ to watch football and american football.

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[luvjellie]

POLAR BEAR INSTICTS (18+)

summary: being the owner of a bear hybrid isn't easy, especially when one of his teammates tries to make a move on you. he needs everyone to know that you're taken, by him, and him only. warnings: smut & fluff, possessive behavior, locker room sex, dom!erling, size difference, breeding, jealousy, apologetic erling ending, & minors DNI

the stadium lights clung to the darkness, their steady buzz and flickers creating a cloudy, soft glow over the field. the clumps of grass lay messy and rough, darkened by rainwater that mashed against everyone's cleats. every step kicked up the scent from the wet area, mixing with the heaviness of sweat and soil. all around you, the coach’s distant drills had fallen to a quiet hum, less a chorus of shouting and now, allowing the players to rest.

you stood just off to the sideline, in your wool overcoat, phone screen lighting your gloved fingers. a chill creeped through your boots, but you shifted your weight, eyes never leaving the circle of players huddled around the benches. they leaned in, backs hunched, ripping open wrappers or spitting onto the grass.

but your gaze stayed locked in on erling.

he towered above them all, a mountain of muscle and luscious hair. even soaked through, his dark jersey clung to bulging shoulders and massive biceps, with thick veins traveled down his forearms.

his head snapped up, ice-blue eyes locking onto you, and the corner of his lip curled, just slightly enough to flash a hint of teeth.

his teammate’s gaze slid over, slow and deliberate, lingering on the way your coat hugged your hips before dragging back up to meet yours. erling’s growl vibrated low in his chest, a sound so deep it rattled the air between you all.

the midfielder broke from the circle, his hair sticking to his forehead. he strolled over like he held a mission, with one hip stuck out, and a smug grin settled onto his face. “you look freezing out here,” he murmured, voice low and rumbling just for you, though half the team glanced your way. he reached out, with his fingers brushing your sleeve, the contact unexpected.

heat rose along your spine as his gaze roamed intentionally over your face, lingering at your lips. behind him, a muffled snicker echoed through boots scraping against the wet grass. the midfielder leaned closer, breath warm on your cheek. “if you’re cold, i could lend you my jacket,” he offered, teeth flashing. “or maybe something else…”

then a sound ripped through the air, part growl, part of a challenge, a cry so sudden that the entire team froze. you snapped your head toward the field’s edge. erling’s broad frame had tensed into a tightened spring. his mouth parted, revealing the sharp teeth, and his knuckles flexed. every hair on your arms stood on end, his possession radiated from him like heat, and you could feel it in your bones.

he hated, absolutely despised, anyone attempting to claim you, especially in front of everyone. and now, with that low, animal roar echoing across the field, he was all teeth and muscle, ready to defend what was his.

the midfielder’s hand dropped away, and you saw, in the shake of his eyes, evidence of real fear. he tried to play it off with a nervous laugh, but erling didn’t even pretend to be fooled. he watched the midfielder with a stare so cold it seemed to freeze the wet air around him, then turned it on you, his jaw set and eyebrows furrowed, not because he was angry at you, but because he needed you to see it, needed the reminder to reach you.

“alright, settle down,” another teammate remarked, his voice a low rumble that cut through the tension. his eyes flicked between erling and the midfielder, a silent warning towards them. he didn’t want a brawl between players, definitely not here, and definitely not now.

his gaze landed on erling, holding it for a moment longer. “we’re a team,” he reminded them, his voice carrying an edge of control that was hard to ignore. his words stayed in the air, a reminder of their shared goal and hard work.

you’d seen this before, the way erling’s possessiveness cooked under his skin, the way it sometimes boiled over when he felt necessary. the first time, you’d been scared, but now, you understood it was just another layer of the animal he barely kept away. and, in a way you never admitted to anyone, you liked it, liked how the threat of violence always seemed to settle into an intense focus on you.

finally, erling exhaled sharply, his shoulders dropping slightly as he released some of the tension trapped within him. his gaze softened as he looked at you, a silent promise lingering in his eyes. he wouldn’t let this go easily, but for now, he would respect his teammate’s demand.

the teammate nodded, a silent acknowledgment of erling’s self-restraint. he turned away, his footsteps crunching against the grass as he headed back towards the locker rooms. the tension in the air slowly began to dissolve, replaced by a sense of unease.

the rest of the team started drifting back to the locker rooms, but erling hung back, waiting for you, silent and unmoving. the second you hesitated, he closed the distance with a few long steps, and you felt the massive gravity of him, the heat radiating off his body, the way he loomed and blocked out the world behind him.

“mine,” he said, deep and fierce, with no room for argument. he didn’t need to elaborate nor did he want to.

the midfielder shot you one last look, half apology and half warning, before shrinking away, shoulders hunched. you wondered, briefly, if erling would remember this after the adrenaline wore off, or if the animal rage would fade, taken by the calmer, softer hybrid who traced your skin with many apologies after.

for now though, he was purely urging. his hands settled heavy and warm against your back, leading you towards the darkened tunnel, his breath a steady furnace in your ear. the field emptied behind you, but you didn’t glance back, all you could see was him, all you could taste was the anticipation, thick and sweet, shivering down your spine.

the locker room door slammed shut with a steel yell that rattled through your bones, trapping the thick and musky in the air around you. erling’s nails raked down your chest in one brutal sweep, fabric splitting open with a sharp rip that echoed off the tiles as cool air kissed your exposed skin. his mouth crashed against your throat, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise and claim, the wet heat of his tongue lapping at the sting while his growl vibrated straight into your pulse.

“you’re my owner,” he hissed, the words seeping out from between clenched teeth. his voice was a low rumble, a growl that echoed in the silence of the locker room. his bear instincts were taking hold, tightening control over his body with a raw, uncontrollable force. “which means i belong to you and you belong to me.”

your shorts hit the floor in a rough shove, the fabric snapping against your thighs before his thick fingers gripped your hips and spun you toward the cold metal lockers. the chill crashed into your ass and the bottoms of your feet, a undeniable contrast to the furnace of his body pressing in from behind. his cock, fat, veined, the head already slick and drooling, slapped heavy against your thigh, leaving a hot smear of pre-cum as he settled it there, letting you feel every throbbing inch.

“first,” he snarled low against your ear, voice rough and filthy. “always first. gonna mark this hole before anyone else gets a taste.” one rough hand pinned your wrists above your head while the other spread your cheeks, the pad of his thumb dragging over your rim in a teasing circle that made your hole clench and flutter. the scent of his need, musky and salty, the animalistic urge filled your nose as he rutted forward, the blunt head of his cock nudging insistently, smearing more slick across your skin.

“fuck— he was just saying hi, buddy. it’s not—” your words were cut off as he bit down again, harder this time, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck. a gasp escaped your lips as he sucked a dark mark into your skin, visible evidence that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

his free hand landed on your ass with a sudden slap, the sting blooming hot. the sensation sent a jolt through you, mixing with the pleasure that was already building. erling’s hips rolled forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against you, stretching you in a way that made your breath hitch.

the burn of his length mixed with the wet slide of his pre-cum, easing the way for him. every inch he gave dragged a fresh groan from his chest, a sound that echoed in the locker room. the heavy slap of his balls against you highlighted each thrust, the rhythm filling the room along with the wet sounds of skin on skin.

“i don’t care,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. the words vibrated against your skin, sending another shiver through you. “they know you’re my owner.” his statement was punctuated by another thrust, his cock sinking deeper inside you.

he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, slamming your stomach against the lockers. the metal shook under the impact, echoing in the silent room. the blunt head of him pressed against you, stretching you, forcing its way inside in a few brutal thrusts. he filled you so deeply that your breath caught in your throat, your walls clenching around his girth in an unsuccessful attempt to adjust to his size.

the wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the room as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a force that drove him deeper inside you. the scent of your slick mixed with the musky smell of his cum already starting to leak out of him. it was a dizzying mix that filled the air, evidence to the raw, lustful act taking place.

“they touch what’s mine, and i’ll breed it out of you,” he growled, his voice a dangerous rumble that sent a shiver of fear and excitement through you. one sharp hand kept your wrists above your head, the cool metal of the lockers biting into your skin. his other hand gripped your hip with a force that was sure to leave a bruise, a physical reminder of his claim on you.

thick ropes of his cum pulsed deep inside you, hot and slick, stretching your walls as each spurt flooded your cunt until it leaked out in messy trails down your inner thighs. the wet squelch of his cock pumping through the overflow filled the locker room. he thrusted slow and deliberate with each roll of his hips, building that unbearable edge until your legs trembled, and your breath hitched in shaky gasps. then he slammed forward, hard, balls slapping wetly against you with every brutal thrust, the force rocking your body against the cold metal lockers.

“god, erling— you’re so big—” the words stumbled from your lips in a breathless whimper, a beg and a praise all at once. you were swaying on the edge, the world blurred as your hybrid molded his cock shape into your womb.

your moans echoed off the walls, weak and desperate, blending with his low, animal grunts as he drove into you. the stretch of his cock burned so good, filling you again and again, the heat of his release coating your insides and dripping out to smear across your skin. you felt the wetness of his mouth, marking you with teeth and tongue, the scent of his musk overwhelming as he rutted deeper.

“fuck, this pussy’s mine,” he growled against your ear, each word proved with a punishing snap of his hips that made your tits bounce and your juices splash. “only mine— gonna breed this hole till you’re dripping for days.” his grip tightened, one hand sliding down to pinch your nipple hard, twisting just enough to send sparks through your core while he edged you again with those painful, slow grinds. the slap of skin on skin, the inappropriate squelch of his cum-coated cock, all of it crashed together as he unloaded another thick load, marking you inside and out with every dominating thrust.

your senses were overwhelmed, every feeling drowned with pleasure and pain. the cool metal of the lockers against your back providing coolness to the heat radiating from him. his scent, rough and possessive, filled the air around you.

each thrust was a promise, each growl an argument to his claim, that you were his, completely. and as he filled you once more, marking you inside and out, there was no room for debate.

by the time he finally sets you down, your legs trembled, the sparks of pleasure still rippling through your body.

erling’s eyes lock onto yours, gleaming with a satisfaction that sends a shiver down your spine. his gaze is intense and unblinking, as if he’s trying to save this moment into his memory. his fingers, still slick with your combined arousal, breezily tuck himself away. the sight of him, so composed after such a rough act, sends another wave of heat pulsing through you.

his voice is low when he finally breaks the silence. “you understand now,” he says, each word heavy with meaning. his tone dominating, like it’s not a question but a statement of fact.

“no one else.”

“oh god, i’m so sorry— i didn’t realize i had lost control.” his words tumbled out, leaving you in a soft giggle, the sound echoing lightly in the locker room. erling was on his knees on the cold tile floor, his broad shoulders hunched. his lips were set in a frown as he looked up at you, his usually intense eyes softened with hints of regret. despite having bear instincts, he truly had the emotions of a puppy.

“it’s okay, erling,” you reassured him, your voice gentle yet firm. you reached out to him, your fingers brushing against his cheek in a sweet motion. “but maybe for next time, could you be a bit gentler? i look like i just got ran over by a truck.” the words were light-hearted, but there was a seriousness to them. you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering against his warm skin.

his lips parted in surprise at your words, his eyes widening slightly. a moment later, his expression shifted into one of delight.

“next time?”

i finally finished this one! i really enjoyed how this turned out, although i feel like i should've hinted at his hybrid features just a tad bit more hmm .. (｡- .•) i need to stop writing locker room sex!!! nevertheless, i hope you erling girlies, liked it!

[luvjellie]

just received a (deleted) comment and i want to say this now: whenever i use the term, "puppy," for my work, i am, in no way suggesting in any way, shape, or form that the character is young like a puppy. i only use that term because i've seen other authors use it for the hybrid!character trope. if the usage of that word seems different or weird, please tell me and i will change it immediately.

[luvjellie]

we got puppy reader yeah, so why not puppy jude? ><

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ puppy!jude bellingham wants to play with you ♡ (nsfw, sub!jude, mommy-mentions, puppy used as a nickname)

jude’s tail swings against the couch cushions in frantic movement, thick fur whipping through the air. he paces the living room, his ears shifting at every creak of the floorboards and every noise of fabric. the scent oozing off him is earthly, sweat and cut grass with something hiding underneath, the particular musk of a body still burning with adrenaline. his soccer shorts strain visibly over his cock, the fabric pulled with each restless move.

you snatch a squeaky toy from the pile by the couch and send it skipping across the floor. he lunges, powerful thighs driving him forward, muscles rolling beneath his fur as he pounces. the toy shrieks under his grip but his hips buck with each lunge, a low whine threading through his teeth, and when he spins back toward you his eyes are glassy and wild, chest heaving, gaze fixed on you with something close to desperation.

“mommy.” his voice squeaks out rough, barely a whisper. “play with me.”

heat crawls up your neck as you reach out and ruffle his ears, fingers sinking into the soft warmth of it. “alright, pup.” you pull your shirt over your head and let it drop. the cool air moves across your bare skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. you settle onto the edge of the bed, the sheets soft and comforting beneath you, and extend one finger toward him. “come here. mommy’s got what you need.”

he goes still as his nose twitches, pulling in the scent of you, safe and sweet, hanging in the air between you. his tail strikes the wall once, then twice, and three times. then a growl builds low in his chest and he drops to his knees, planting his palms on the carpet, and begins to crawl.

each movement is slow and purposeful, the bedside lamp displaying shadows across the mass of his shoulders, the flex of his forearms, and the swaying of his tail dragging the floor. his eyes never leave yours and when he reaches you he stops, with his breath spilling hot against your inner thighs, looking up from beneath his lashes, his pupils blown wide, lips parted, a small whimper escaping before he can swallow it back.

you thread your fingers through his ears and draw him in.

his tongue drags a long, wet stripe up your slit and the sound that leaves you is sudden and breathless. he laps at you with greed, the rough flat of his tongue dragging across your clit while his nose presses into your folds, inhaling you in deeply. sweet slick coats his chin, as he buries his face between your thighs, thrusting his tongue inside you in sloppy, the wet sounds of it filling the room, and bouncing off the walls. his hands lock onto your hips, the tips of his claws pressing just enough to sting, and he forces you harder onto his mouth.

“enough, puppy.” your voice is a low murmur. his eyes, glassy and wild, race up to meet yours. the room is filled with the scent of him, musky and raw, and the sound of his heavy panting. his tongue lolls out, pink and wet, and he whines, a low, needy sound that vibrates through the air between you.

he rushes up to kiss you, his movements awkward and desperate. the taste of yourself on his tongue is dizzying and intoxicating. his pre-cum grinds against your belly through the thin fabric of his shorts, a hard line of heat that makes your breath delay. with a rough tug, he yanks his shorts down, freeing himself. his cock springs free, flushed and throbbing.

you move to straddle him, your thighs place against his hips. the soft glow of the lamp catches on the sheen of sweat across his chest, turning his skin golden. his ears press warm against your head, the soft fur tickling your skin. up close, the scent of him is overwhelming, earthy, and desperate.

your hand wraps around his cock, guiding him to your entrance. he whines again, a high-pitched sound that sends a shiver down your spine. his tail thumps against the mattress in a frantic beat.

“mommy— ” the word is torn from him, raw and pleading. “please. let me in. i need to feel you.”

slowly, you sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch until you’re fully seated on his lap. he groans from deep within his chest, his hips jerking upward instinctively. “fuck— y-you’re so tight.” his voice breaks on the last word. “am i your good boy? tell me i’m being a good boy.”

the words spark something low in your belly. you grind down on him, feeling him twitch inside you. “yes,” you breathe into his ear. “good boy. mommy’s good boy. now fuck me like you mean it.”

jude obeys immediately, his hips snapping up to meet yours. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with his low growls and your own breathless curses. his tongue drags hot and sloppy across your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

his tail brushes frantic thumps against your calves, his ears fluttering against your skin. the knot at the base of his cock swells at your entrance, pressing forcefully with each thrust. heat blooms at the base of your spine, your clit grinding against his pubic bone with every roll of your hips.

“deeper.” your fingers grip his curls, pulling his head up to meet your gaze. his eyes are glassy and desperate. “knot me. fill mommy up.”

a broken whine tears from his throat as he nods, pushing forward. the swelling knot strained you, connecting you together in a stretch that burns and aches and satisfies all at once. he grinds in short, relentless pulses, and then the heat of him floods you. thick ropes of cum spill deep inside you, triggering your own orgasm. your walls clench and release in waves, milking every twitch of his cock.

his ears press flat against his head, burying his face in your neck. “mommy, ’m coming so hard— don’t let go—”

you hold him tight, arms locked around his shoulders as his tail slows to lazy sweeps across your legs. his cum leaks out around his knot, tracing slow paths down the inside of your thighs. the air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex and the faint sweetness of his shampoo.

you stroke his hair as his breathing evens out, the knot pulsing softly inside you, keeping you connected. outside, something shifts in the dark, a car passing, but inside there is only the quiet, and his weight against you.

hmmm, i'm not entirely sure if i like this one (ᵕ—ᴗ—) i LOVE puppy!jude but i'm still not confident in how i set up my stories, ugh! hopefully i get better with that. as always, feedback is welcome! ദ്ദി˙∇˙)ว

[luvjellie]

girlll are your requests open?

hi baby!! honestly, i’m not even sure! if you send a request, i cannot guarantee i’ll write it, but you are more than welcome to! i love hearing whatever ideas anyone wants to share with me!!

[luvjellie]

Girl your shit is sooo fucking good GOD the haaland one OHH MAAMAAA i done near came ilysm❤️

thank you SO much baby!!!! i'm so happy to hear your kind words! LOL that is probably the best compliment ever! isn't he so hot???? i'm thinking about doing a hybrid thing next, ugh he's so perfect

[luvjellie]

I dont know anyone if anyone said it but can you do something with jobe hes such a fine guy

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ jobe bellingham making love to you after a win ♡ (nsfw, jobe loves you dearly, slight sub!jobe)

the sharp scent of sweat and damp grass still clings to jobe’s skin as he leans against the lockers, chest heaving. the distant echo of the crowd is a faint hum through the walls, but his gaze locks on you, intense and needing. you can see the shake in his hands from the adrenaline, and the way his knuckles are scraped raw from a late-game slide. he doesn’t need to say it, you remember the harshness of winter air at early practices, your voice hoarse from shouting encouragement over the wind while he ran drills until he weakened.

“you saw it?” his voice is still rough from ninety minutes of shouting across the field. “every second,” you tell him.

then he crosses the room and puts both arms around you, still damp, still warm, pressing his face into the side of your neck. you feel his heartbeat against your skin, still going hard. feeling the coolness of the air, his broad frame towers over you, the post match fire turning into something hotter and more possessive.

“every practice,” he says, his voice is muffled. “every single one.”

he grabs your face in both hands, his palms still hot, tipping your head back to look at you, with his chest still heaving.

“you were there,” he says, quieter now, like he’s just remembering it. “i kept looking up and you were just—” he shakes his head. his thumbs move along your jaw.

he kisses you slowly at first, almost careful, his fingers sliding back into your hair. then he makes a low sound against your mouth and pulls you in harder, and you feel the full weight of him, the heat still radiating off his skin, the locker door cold at your back.

“fuck, baby, you don’t know what it did to me seeing you out there clapping like that,” he growls, his voice low and rough. his hands are already under your shirt, palms hot and damp from the ball, sliding up to cup your tits. “all that training, all those late nights, i did it for this. just for you.” he yanks your shirt off, mouth crashing onto yours, tongue demanding and wet. you taste the salt of his sweat, feeling the hardness of his cock straining against his shorts as he grinds into your hip.

he drops to his knees without warning, dominance taking over, tugging your pants and panties down in one impatient pull. the cool air hits your bare skin, but his breath is warming. “spread for me. let me taste how proud you are of me.” his tongue drags through your folds, slow and filthy, lapping at your clit like he’s starving. you moan, fingers twisting in his curly hair, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the empty room. he groans against your pussy, the vibration shooting straight through you. “so fucking sweet. been thinking about this the whole match— how i’d get you dripping on my tongue.”

“yes,” you gasp out, your hips bucking against his hand. “don’t stop, jobe. please.”

your thighs shake around jode’s head, the heat of his tongue dragging merciless circles over your swollen clit while two thick fingers plunge deep, curling to reach that throbbing spot inside you. the wet sounds of his mouth fill the locker room, mixing with his scent. your own arousal coats his chin, dripping down to soak the bench beneath you as your hips jerk forward, chasing every filthy lap.

“fuck, jobe, baby p-please don’t stop,” you gasp, voice cracking as your fingers twist into his damp hair, yanking him closer. he growls against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight through your core, and sucks your clit harder, teeth grazing just enough to make your vision blur.

his dark eyes flick up, hungry and feral. “this pretty pussy’s squeezing my fingers like it’s asking for my cock,” he rasps, voice muffled against your folds. “soaking my face, begging to be filled.”

your walls flutter and clench, the pressure building until your back arches hard against the cold metal. he doesn’t ease up, his fingers pumping faster, and his tongue flicking in tight strokes, until the orgasm rips through you in pulsing waves. your thighs clamp around his ears, a cry tearing from your throat as fresh slick gushes over his tongue. he drinks it down with greedy laps, fingers slowing but never stopping their deep, curling thrusts, egding every last shiver from your trembling body.

jobe rises, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, a wicked smirk curling his lips. he fists the back of your neck and drags you into a bruising kiss, tongues tangling so you taste your own tangy sweetness mixed with his. the flavor floods your senses, heat starting fresh between your legs.

he stands and spins you, the roughness of the bench scraping your palms as he bends you over it. his shorts rasp down your ass cheeks, fabric whispering against sweat-slick skin before his cock springs free, thick and veined, with his swollen head slick with precum that smears hot across your thigh. he slaps it against your dripping slit, once, then twice, the wet smack echoing off the locker room tiles, the sharp sting of contact making your clit throb. “so wet, baby. so perfect for me.”

jobe pushes in slow, the blunt head stretching your entrance wide, the burn blooming deep as inch after inch fills you, your walls fluttering and gripping every ridge. the fullness punches the air from your lungs, your vision sparking white at the edges while the musky smell of his sweat and your arousal floods your nose. “god, this pussy’s gripping me like she missed me. you’re mine, please say it.” his hips snap forward, deep and steady, one hand clamping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other sliding around to circle your swollen clit with rough fingers.

“yours— m’ yours.” whimpers came from your throat, as the slap of skin on skin rings out, wet and filthy, your moans tangling with his grunts as the bench creaks beneath you.

sweat drips from his chest onto your back, hot trails sliding down your spine, the sharp salt taste of it hitting your tongue when you lick your lips. he picks up speed, pounding harder, the wet squelch of his cock driving into your soaked cunt filling the air with every thrust. “fuck, you feel incredible. all that cheering, you always show up for me.” his fingers work faster, pinching your clit just shy of pain, the pressure building tight and hot in your core while his cock drags relentless against that spot inside you.

jobe’s voice cracks, the dominant edge fading into desperate need. “please, baby— cum on my cock. i need it. need to feel you squeeze me. ah— g-god, i love you.” he leans over you, teeth grazing your ear, breath hot and ragged, his free hand fisting your hair to yank your head back. the sound of his cock squelching into you grows frantic, the scent of sex thick and overwhelming, your inner walls clenching tighter around him with every thrust.

your body shakes, thighs trembling around his hips as your orgasm crashes through you in relentless pulses. your cunt clenches tight, gripping his thick shaft like a fist, milking every inch while hot slick floods out and coats his balls. the wet slap of skin echoes off the concrete walls, mixing with the sweetness of love that hangs heavy in the air. your nipples scrape against the rough material of the bench, sending shivers straight to your core.

he growls low, hips jerking in broken thrusts. “fuck— yes, just like that. squeeze that pretty pussy around me. please— milk every drop.” his fingers dig into your waist, bruising, yanking you back onto him as he slams quicker. the bench creaks under the force, your knees scraping the edge while his cock pulses deep inside. thick ropes of cum surge into you, hot and heavy, overflowing in sticky ropes that trickle down your inner thighs and drip onto the floor below.

his mouth finds your shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to mark, tongue quieting the sting as his hands roam frantically over your damp skin. he can’t stop touching, can’t stop grinding, pushing his release deeper while the distant roar of the stadium crowd fades beneath the wet sounds of your joined bodies and the frantic beat of your hearts. the taste of him lingers on your tongue from earlier kisses, sweet and addictive, as the last vibration rips through you both.

the bench beneath you both creaks, it scrapes against your bare skin, a big contrast to the slick heat of his body against yours. squeaking and groaning under the pressure of your movements, the rhythm that mixes the pounding of your hearts. the world outside the small room fades into insignificance, the stadium long forgotten.

his love coats your skin, evidence of the passion that has just unfolded between you. it’s the way his fingers draw lazy patterns on your sweat coated back, the way his breath goes hot and ragged against your neck, and the way his lips press soft kisses to your shoulder. it’s the way he murmurs your name, like whispers that send shivers down your spine.

the taste of him dances on your tongue, a mix of salt and desire that you can’t help but want to savor. his scent fills you, musky and overpowering, paired with the sweetness of sweat and sex. his body is a furnace against yours, radiating heat that seeps into your body. his heart pounding against your back, a steady rhythm that matches the pulsing ache between your thighs. his arms wrap around you, holding you close as if he fears you might slip away.

the room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the occasional creak of the bench beneath you, and the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusts his hold on you.

jobe has won matches before, but he has never looked at a trophy the way he looks at you.

i'm still pretty new to jobe but i wanted to write a little something sweet for him! he seems to be a little lonely in germany, so i wanted to write it as though you're always there for him. i hope you guys enjoy! as always, any feedback is accepted! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[luvjellie]

𑣲 football players

jude bellingham

erling haaland

[luvjellie]

𑣲 erling haaland

attitude check ￫ you've been trying to push your boyfriend's buttons, unfortunately, you went too far. (18+)

polar bear instincts ￫ being the owner of a bear hybrid isn't easy, especially when one of his teammates tries to make a move on you. he needs everyone to know that you're taken, by him, and him only. (18+)

[luvjellie]

𑣲 jude bellingham

best friend's help ￫ you're still a virgin and your best friend, jude, wouldn't mind if you needed his help. (18+)

sickness ￫ jude doesn't need taking care of you, even if it means he misses the first game of the season.

winning desire ￫ after a flawless win, there's only one thing on jude's mind, you. (18+)

apology treat ￫ after leaving early, jude can't help but feel bad for his puppy girl but he knows exactly how to make it up to you. (18+)

morning off ￫ on the rare occasion that jude has off, you both like to spend it still in bed.

puppy play time ￫ jude has a bit too much energy so maybe it's time to give your pup a little playtime. (18+)

[luvjellie]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ your best friend, jude bellingham being your first time ♡ (nsfw, jude being a sweetheart, gentle and soft sex, beginner smut author)

the hype never stopped for jude bellingham. press conferences mixed into sponsored posts, people with earpieces tracked his every step, and expectation soared in heights only he could see. but on rare saturday afternoons, like this one, the sun slowly heading down, the city reduced to a distant noise.

you were already in his bed when he came back from the kitchen, phone lifted toward your face, a manchester united highlight reel playing muted on the tv. he dropped down beside you, sinking into the pile of pillows, close enough to feel the warmth of your body. you both started the morning with donuts, walked the park with coffees going cold in your hands, and now letting yourselves be pulled by the laziness of the day with nowhere to be.

he liked you best like this, relaxed and happy, wearing a worn t-shirt you clearly stole from his laundry basket the last time you visited. your eyes carried that sparkle he’d known for years. with you, he could be unfiltered and messy, knowing you’d already seen the worst of him and never had a pinch of judgment.

you scrolled through an account on his phone until you were both breathless with laughter, jude burying his face in a pillow to muffle the sound. when you copied his accent back at him, he threw a sock at your head, which you fought back by driving a cold foot into his ribs.

the conversation between you and jude carried. the topics were as different as the colors of the sunset outside his window, his teammate with an ego larger than the stadium they played in, the latest tiktok trends that had you both attempting ridiculous dances, and the playful jokes about his lack of a driver’s license despite his fame. somewhere in the middle of it, the conversation turned, toward relationships, and eventually, towards sex.

you had always been open about your disasters, like the guy who cried after three minutes or the college guy who wanted to roleplay, which you had no idea what that meant. jude half-listened and half-watched the ceiling fan turn slow, until he asked you about your best experience and your answer came back so unsure that he did a double take.

“what? you’re telling me none of them were even average?”

a flush bloomed on your skin, caught off guard by his curiosity. “didn’t say that. it’s just— not that deep, i guess.”

jude went quiet, small lines decorated between his brows and he rolled onto his side to face you. “ah, seriously. you’ve never even let anyone go down on you?”

you picked at a loose thread on his sheets, your eyes fixed somewhere below. “not really, no. why, you think i’m boring?”

“nah.” he watched you. “i’m just trying to understand.”

you didn’t answer, and the silence stretched, and that’s when he felt it, the genuine embarrassment. the urge to rethink rose in him, but something kept him in place. “so how far have you actually gone?”

your voice dropped to almost nothing, just a whisper. “not far. never actually— y’know done the whole thing.”

he pushed himself up on one elbow. “wait. really?”

you shrugged, eyes lifting to the ceiling. “never found the right person, or the right time.”

something shifted in the air between them, subtle and challenging. heat slowly crawled up the back of jude’s neck, he’d thought about you that way, only a few times, but not completely, until this exact moment when the full weight of what you’d said landed on him.

he bit the inside of his cheek, choosing his words carefully. “that’s mad. you’re amazing, you know that? anyone would be—”

“if you finish that sentence,” you said flatly, “i’m jumping out your window.”

he laughed, but it came out weaker than usual. “right. sorry.” he watched you for a moment longer, the way your lips parted slightly, and the fluttering of your lashes.

his arm shifted, feathering against your waist. he kept his voice casual, or trying to. “you ever wanted to? with someone you actually trust?”

you considered it and then met his eyes, your expression unclear. “maybe. yeah, i guess.”

his mouth went dry at your answer. just the two of you and the slow turn of the ceiling fan and the playlist faintly playing softly from his speaker.

“not to be a donut,” he said, voice dropping low, “but if you ever wanted to try it ... i wouldn’t fuck it up. i’d take care of you.”

you laughed, filled with the humor of his statement. “what, you offering to be my first?”

“just saying.” he kept his tone plafyul, but his thumb had already started moving, small and slow circles against the fabric of your shirt at your waist. “could do worse.”

it wasn’t a joke and you both knew it wasn’t a joke. the laughter faded and an emotion took its place, dangerous and wanting, pressed against the walls of the room.

you nodded with your cheeks burning. "i mean— alright, sure." the heat starting low in your belly had nothing to do with embarrassment.

jude’s dark eyes moved over your face, warm and focused, the same focus he brought to everything that mattered. he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull back, and pressed his mouth to yours. it was soft at first and then his hand curved around your jaw and he kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours, a low groan shaking in his chest. you tasted mint on his breath and felt the tickle of his stubble drag across your chin, and your fingers curled absentmindedly into the fabric of his shirt.

his hand moved to your breast, palm warm through the thin material, thumb tracing your nipple until it stiffened under his touch. he pulled back just far enough to look at you, his eyes dark and longing. “you’re already so eager,” he murmured, voice rough. “that’s good, that’s exactly what i want to see.”

clothes came off slowly, moving his hands gentle and patient, pausing whenever you tensed, waiting until you exhaled and softened again before moving further. when his fingers finally slipped between your thighs, they came back slick, and the sound you made was helpless, your hips pushing towards him before you’d decided to move.

jude exhaled through his nose, jaw tight with need. he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, then higher, and when his tongue finally found your cunt, he licked a long, slow stroke up through your folds, you gasped and grabbed a fistful of his curls without thinking.

he groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, and sealed his mouth around your clit. the wet sounds filled the room, and the scent of your juices mixed with the warm musk of his skin as he worked you with focus, noticing every pause of your breath, every clench of your thighs around his head.

he added one finger, then two, curling them forward until your vision blurred and your back arched off the mattress. “breathe,” he said against you, lips brushing you as he spoke. “i’ve got you. just breathe.” your inner walls gripped him, slick and tight. he kept his pace steady, until you shook, your hips bucking, thighs trembling, and a broken sound tearing out of your throat.

he didn’t stop, working you through it, slowing down only when you went weak and oversensitive beneath him, then pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee and moved back up your body.

when he finally lined himself up, his forehead dropped to yours. his breathing came weak now, as if he were second guessing himself. “look at me,” he said quietly. “you tell me if it’s too much. any point, yeah?”

you nodded and he pushed forward, slow, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time. the stretch burned, then bloomed into something fuller and sweeter than you’d expected, your body adjusting around him in real time. he stilled when you tensed, pressed his lips to your temple, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth. “you’re doing so well,” he breathed. “you feel incredible. just stay with me.”

when he began to move, it was with long, pulsing strokes, his weight balanced on one forearm beside your head, his free hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit again. the bed shifted beneath you, his breathing roughened as the room filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, his rough exhales, and the small desperate noises you couldn’t hide.

through a wave of pleasure, you managed to gasp out, “jude, i—”

he cut you off with a soft kiss, his hips rolling smoothly against yours. “shh, just feel it,” he murmured against your lips. “ please let go.”

he angled your thigh higher, opening you further, and drove deeper, and the sound you made then was something you’d never heard yourself make before. he answered it with a low, hoarse groan against your ear. “right there,” he rasped. “that’s it. i feel you clenching. such a sweet girl for me.”

his thumb moved faster as you clenched around him, helpless and desperate, as he swore under his breath, a rough and emotional sound, pressing his chest to yours, sweat coated skin against skin, and his heart hammering against your ribs. “you were made for this,” he breathed, the words soft and honest, removed of any boundaries. “no one else. j-just me.”

“jude,” you managed to gasp out between moans, “please don’t stop.”

he groaned in response, the sound low and real. “never,” he promised, his movements growing more sloppy as you both rushed towards the edge.

loud and desperate grunts pushed through the thick air as jude slammed his hips forward, his thick cock driving deep with every desperate snap. sweat slicked skin slapped against skin, the wet squelch of your mixed cum and slick coating his cock filling the room like a filthy song. “you’re so fucking perfect.” he rasped against your ear, voice left raw.

“i love you, fuck, so much,”

your body shook around him in a rush, your pussy clenching in tight pulses that milked every inch of him, hot waves of slick gushing out to soak his balls and the sheets beneath you. your vision breaking into black darkness behind your eyelids as you cried out. he groaned, low and wrecked, hips stuttering as he fucked you through every twitch, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside you, flooding you deeper with each thrust until you lay trembling and weak, thighs shaking around his waist.

the silence settled heavy and warm, broken only by the soft rush of night breeze through the open window, carrying the faint scent of nature. jude stayed buried deep, his broad chest exhaling against yours, each breath whispering heat across your neck and the damp space between your chest.

your fingers dragged slow lines down the outline muscles of his back, feeling them loosen under your touch, the faint shake in his frame highlighting the shock still pulsing through your core. the air kissed against your flushed, sticky skin, raising goosebumps where his cum leaked out around his softening length, warm liquid leaking down your ass.

his lips brushed your forehead, soft and wanting, the scrape of his stubble sending a new shiver straight to your overwhelmed clit. your heartbeats moved in sync, his against your ribs, yours pounding back through the afterglow.

jude eased up just enough to catch your gaze in the low light against the bed, his eyes dark and hooded, pupils blown wide with the same longing feeling still mixing between you. “you okay?” he murmured, voice rough, and one thumb stroking the sweat wetness of your cheek.

you nodded, shyly, with a smile tugging at your lips as you met his stare, your inner walls giving one last lazy flutter around him. “yeah,” you breathed, the words thick with satisfaction, your body still buzzing from the stretch and the mess he’d left inside you.

"hey jude?"

"yeah?"

“i love you too.”

i've been thinking about this specific fic soooooo much throughout this weekend but i had to work so much, ugh! i've been so appreciative of the love and support you guys have shown me, i'm so honored! i hope you all had a good weekend! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[luvjellie]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ erling haaland fucking the brattiness out of you ♡ (nsfw, pussy slapping, choking, dom!erling)

the night came after that disastrous match where he missed two goals and a collision with the keeper that cost the team three points. he stumbled into the bedroom, jersey sticking to him, sweat dripping from the bruise forming on his body. you watched him peel off his shirt, every muscle in his back coated with exhaustion. arms crossed, you waited until his shoulders slackened, and he turned that broad frame toward you. “maybe,” you said, voice edged with something dangerous, “you’d score more if you spent more time practicing and less time shopping, you would’ve won.”

he paused, halfway out of his strip, the jersey caught loose around his neck. for a heartbeat you thought he hadn’t heard your statement. then he looked at you, his eyes dark and animalistic, his jaw shifting so you could see the tension in his face. no words came; his gaze was fiery. your heart slammed against your ribs, and you felt small under the length of his silence.

he had you bent over his lap before you could blink, the mattress dipping under his weight as he threw you across his thighs like you weighed nothing. your face pressed into the sheets, the faint smell of his sweat and detergent clung to the fabric. his palm came down hard on your bare cunt, the slap sharp and wet, the sting blooming hot across your folds. you yelped, thighs twitching, but he pinned you with one thick forearm across your lower back.

“say it again,” he growled, voice low and rough from the match. his accent thickened when he was pissed. “tell me i don’t train hard enough.”

another slap landed right on your clit, the sound lewd in the quiet room. your pussy clenched around nothing, slick already dripping down your inner thigh. the pain flared bright, then mixed into a throbbing heat that made your hips jerk back for more.

“fuck, erling,” you gasped, but the words came out half-moan. inside, your mind raced.

maybe you shouldn’t have gone too far.

he didn’t wait, dipping two fingers shoved inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that made your vision spark. he pumped them fast, the wet squelch filling the air, then pulled them out to spank you again, three quick, stinging slaps right on your swollen cunt. each one sent a jolt straight to your core, and you could smell your own arousal now, thick and musky.

“you think i don’t work for this?” slap. “think i don’t hurt for every goal?” slap. his free hand gripped the back of your neck, squeezing just enough to make your pulse beat against his palm. “bratty little mouth on you. gonna fuck the attitude right out.”

he pulled off the bed, yanking your hips up so your ass was higher. the cool air hit your soaked pussy, then his cock, thick, heavy, already leaking, slid through your folds. smearing pre-cum over your clit, he drove in deep on the first thrust, stretching you wide, the burn perfect and overwhelming. you cried out, muffled, toes curling into the sheets.

“take it,” he snarled, hips snapping forward. the bed frame slammed the wall in rhythm. one hand stayed on your throat, thumb pressing just under your jaw, cutting your air in little squeezes. the other reached under to slap your cunt again, fingers catching your clit with every thrust. his cock pounding deep and his palm batting against your swollen lips, had you shaking. sweat gleamed on your back where his chest pressed down, his breath hot on your ear.

“feel how wet you are for me? soaking my cock like a needy slut.” he laughed, low and dark, the sound shivering through his body to yours. “you wanted this. now you’re gonna come on it.”

every thrust hit that spot inside that made your walls flutter. his fingers worked your clit in tight circles between spanks, the mix of pain and pleasure twisting tighter in your gut. your inner thighs burned from the stretch, as you tasted salt from your own tears or sweat, you couldn’t tell, as he leaned harder on your throat, vision going out gently.

“beg,” he ordered, voice strained. “beg me to let you come, or i’ll edge this bratty cunt all night.”

“p-please, erling, fuck, please let me come,” you sobbed, voice weak. “i’m sorry, i’m your good girl, just—”

he growled approval and slammed in harder, choking you tighter for three more harsh thrusts until your ears rang. then he eased off just enough for air to rush back as his fingers rubbed your clit fast and mean. your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, cunt pulsing around his cock, thighs shaking, a broken moan tearing from your throat. he fucked you straight through it, drawing it out until you were limp and twitching.

only then did he let go of your throat and hook your knees over his shoulders. he drove back in, deeper at this angle, his eyes locked on yours, hungry and still a little wild. “not done with you yet.”

his hand returned to your cunt, slapping the oversensitive flesh in time with his thrusts while the other pinned your wrists above your head. the sting kept you awake, every nerve lit. you could feel every ridge of him dragging against your walls, the heat of his skin, the way his abs flexed against your thighs. the room smelled like sex and his cologne, the only sounds your wet bodies slapping together and his filthy words.

“come again,” he demanded, voice cracking. “come on my cock like the desperate little thing you are.”

you did harder this time, vision whiting out as he choked you lightly again, the lack of air highlighting everything until pleasure ripped through you in hot waves. he followed with a groan, burying himself deep, his cock throbbing as he filled you, hips jerking through it all.

he collapsed half on top of you afterward, still inside, breathing ragged against your neck. his hand stroked your throat gently now, soothing the ache. “i love you,” he muttered, voice soft again. “even when you’re a brat.”

ugh i cannot wait for football to start so i can see him in action, erling's so handsome and SO damn big ..... just can't stop thinking about him overpowering me

[luvjellie]

OMG I LOVE HOW U PORTRAYED JUDE CUZ THAT MAN IS A REAL EATER. he gon dive multiple times that’s for SURE 🫦🫦

THANK YOU HONEY! oh absolutely, i just know he does nottttt play about the kitty ... i seen a picture of him with his grown out beard the other day like i do, in fact, need that inbetween my legs!! he just strikes me as the type of person who needs to multiple times hehe

[luvjellie]

ideas!! head canons when reader is sick/period/ taking care!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ jude bellingham taking care of you when you're sick ♡ (fluff, nsfw-mention, jude talking to your mom)

jude had made the decision to skip soccer practice, the one scheduled before the season’s first game. it was a practice coach had stressed with a circle on the calendar three weeks prior, a practice he’d warned would cost anyone their starting position if missed. but when your voice, hoarse and weak, echoed through his phone, jude didn’t hesitate. he quickly typed out an apology to coach, promising to make up for it.

he arrived at your doorstep, a paper sack rustling against his hip. inside were two cans of ginger ale, their coldness leaking through the brown paper, a sleeve of saltines, and his blue comforter, still warm from being pulled off his own bed.

as you let him into your bedroom, you tried to sit up against the headboard, opening your mouth to protest. but he silenced you with a gentle touch, pressing two fingers against your dry lips before planting a soft kiss on your feverish forehead.

“there’s nothing in this world more important than you not feeling like shit,” he scolded, his tone leaving no room for argument. he then turned toward the kitchen before you could find the strength to fight him.

the smell of melting butter drifted through the air first, followed by the comforting scent of toast. then came the scent, herbal smell of chamomile tea, you weakly laughed knowing he always forgot to remove the bag in time. he returned to your bedside holding two mugs, waiting patiently until you managed to wrap your hands around one and take a few sips under his careful eyes.

the sheets beneath you felt different, cool yet familiar. jude’s comforter was tucked safely around your shoulders. he positioned himself on the edge of the mattress, your phone balanced on his knee as his thumbs moved in quick, careful taps across the screen.

his gaze swept over you, staying on the sweat on your cheeks, the worrying state of your breathing, before returning to the phone. each press of a button was a soft click, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

switching the phone to speaker mode, he held it between you both, the volume low. the faint, familiar tone of your mother’s ringtone filled the room for three rings before she answered, her voice laced with worry.

jude patiently listened to her, occasionally giving updates. “okay, so her temp is 101.2, and you’re asking if the cough is wet or dry?” he paused to think. “it’s dry,” he gave. “no, she hasn’t thrown up since this morning.” his gaze flicked to you as he added, “she’s sleeping mostly. i’ll wake her for the tylenol. yes ma'am, i won’t forget.” his smile was small but reassuring, a quick tightening at the corners of his mouth.

after ending the call, he placed the phone face down on the nightstand, gently. he leaned in closer, his shirt sleeve brushing against your forehead as his palm smoothed your hair back from your face.

even in your feverish state, jude was a sight to see. his skin carried the cleanness of soap, a comforting smell that mixed with the fresh air of your room. it was clear he had taken a shower before he showed up, his hair still damp from the water. his curls glistening under the soft warmth of your bedside lamp, drawing your eyes towards him.

and if you weren’t so sick, you might’ve jumped his bones.

his lips were slightly parted as he took in your state, his breath roguh in his chest. you could see the worry edged into the lines of his face, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. his hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly as he reached out to touch you.

“hey,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a wetness that coated your skin. his touch was gentle, but it caused a shiver within your body.

“you’re going to be okay,” he reassured you, his voice steady despite the worry in his eyes. his words were simple but they carried a promise that made you believe him, feeling a comforting sense in his care.

he stayed, through the worst of it, all the cold cloths, the untouched glasses of water, and the long, restless nights. when the fever finally broke, he pressed his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth, soft and sweet.

three days later, you heard it.

a rough cough from the kitchen.

jude was too sweet for taking care of you while you were sick, and now he had to miss the first game of the season because of it and the guilt gnawed at you.

although, he didn’t seem to mind, especially if that meant you’d be the one giving him a bath. maybe he can convince you to get in with him.

okay so i am SO sorry nonny, i wasn't sure exactly who or what you were requesting, please let me know if you aren't talking about jude and i can write something for someone else! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i also hope you don't mind i did a mini fic instead of headcanons, i've just been loving writing fics!

[luvjellie]

thank you for contributing to the less vanilla side of freaky Jude fans w puppy girl🥹🥹

OH EM GEE, of course baby! the idea popped into my head and i'm like, yk what, hell yeah! i loveeeee when other fandoms do puppy girl so i wanted to imagine how you'd be with judey hehe

[luvjellie]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ jude bellingham rushing home to you after a win ♡ (smut, you've been teasing him, rough!jude, beginner smut author)

jude still tasted the damp air of the stadium, the cold of the stadium still in the back of his throat, and the ache in his legs that said victory wasn’t finished with him yet.

he was barely in the stairwell before he was yanking his bag over his head, the strap catching in his arm as if it wanted to keep the scent of sweat and grass. his calves ached with the memory of his sprint down the field in the last few seconds, the way the ball had bounced off his cleats, with the keeper working helplessly. his chest still moving, exhaling rough, as he imagined the echo of the crowd’s cheers, the group of his teammates slapping his back, but the only thing worth thinking about was you.

for the last two hours, every break in play he’d checked his phone. your messages lighting up like warnings, the photos from your sheets, your legs bare and crossed, one hand gripping your thigh in a way that begged him to come home. he’d spent halftime with his thumb pressed to your picture, grinning like a fool, barely listening to the team scream about whatever. he was busy plotting just how he’d get his hands on you, what he’d do to earn the right to have you as his reward for a game well done.

he pressed the code, using his shoulder for apartment door, and finally, was free in the quiet of your place, the warmth so different from the loud, freezing locker room. you were already waiting, perched at the far end of the sofa with your knees hugged to your chest, and the way your face lit up when you saw him nearly undid him.

he let the door slam shut and walked toward you, grin wide, hair still damp from the intense game, his kit clinging in places he wish it wasn’t.

“you’re a mess,” you said, but your voice was all fond, and jude didn’t waste a second before scooping you into his arms.

you squealed half-heartedly, your body folding into his, and he breathed you in. the smell of your shampoo, the heat of your skin, the vanilla lotion you always kept in the bathroom. he set you down only long enough to kick off his shoes, his knees knocking yours, then bent to kiss you, those lips pressing against your mouth. you tasted his sweat and the faint trace of gatorade and he held you close enough that you could feel every pound of his heart. jude laughed into your mouth, his hands greedy but unsure where to start, fingers slipping under the fabric of your, his, borrowed t-shirt, thumbs tracing the skin of your hips.

he wanted you so badly his bones ached with it, but it was more than just release.

he wanted to win, just like in the game from earlier.

every part of his body and mind was into the mission, how quickly he could make you gasp for him, how fast he could break you, how many times you’d surrender and beg for mercy before he even thought about his own pleasure.

he eased you backward onto the sofa, barely letting you get comfortable before he got onto his knees, treating it as if you were a princess. you grinned at him, all sweet and loving, and he knew you’d knew his plan from the start.

you tried to tug off his jersey, but he caught your wrist and held it gently near his mouth, tongue flicking over your skin. he spoke into your palm, “you know what i’m after, yeah?” and you rolled your eyes, as if you hadn’t spent the entire match texting him filth and teasing him with photos only meant for his eyes.

he’d let your wrist go, his large hands wandering down and peeling your underwear down, slow despite the intense energy rushing through him.

his dark eyes locked on yours, hungry and sharp, like he was still on the field hunting for a goal. “spread for me,” he growled, voice low and rough, hands already shoving your thighs apart.

you felt the cool air hit your wet cunt first, then the heat of his breath as he dropped between your legs. your pulse pounded in your ears, thighs trembling with a mix of nerves and need. he was still in his kit, black shorts stretched tight over his hard cock, but he didn’t care about himself just yet.

he treated you exactly like he said he would, dragging his tongue slow and wet up the inside of your thigh, tasting the sweetness of your skin, kissing just above your knee before working higher. every lick left a trail of heat that made your stomach tighten. you tried to squirm, hips twitching away from the intensity already building, but jude huffed a pleased breath against you and opened your legs wider, cletching his jaw.

“stay still. i’m not done till i hear you scream my name like the whole stadium’s watching.” his tongue flattened and licked once, then twice slow, dragging through your folds with that same focused intensity he used in the final minutes of a game. the wet sound of it filled the room, messy and slick, mixing with your shaky breaths. he sucked your clit into his mouth with a moan that sent vibrations straight through you, making your back arch against the couch cushions.

you tried catching your breath when he finally let up for air, but he didn’t stop. one thick finger pushed inside you, curling right against that spot that made your vision blank, while his mouth worked you harder. the sofa creaked under you, leather sticking to your ass as you rocked against it. “fuuuuck, she’s dripping,” he muttered against your cunt, voice muffled and filthy. “so fucking sweet. come for me, baby. let me feel it.”

your walls fluttered around his finger, thighs shaking, the smell thick in the air. you came the first time with a soft cry, your hips jerking, but jude didn’t end there. he pushed through it, tongue merciless, sucking and licking like he was chasing every drop. “that’s it, good girl. give it to me again. i can take it.”

your hands fisted in his hair, trying to pull him back when the second orgasm crashed in too fast, too overwhelming, but he just grinned into you, eyes lustful and locked on your face. “nah, you’re not getting away. feel how tight you’re squeezing my finger? you love this shit.” he added a second finger, stretching you out, pumping steady while his tongue flicked against your swollen clit. the sounds were filthy, wet, your moans echoing off the walls, and his low grunts of approval.

sweat touched on your skin, the room hot from the tension, your nipples tight and aching against the fabric of your top. desire twisted deep in your chest, that desperate feeling mixed with the edge of being overwhelmed. he knew your body better than anyone, pushing you right to the edge without letting you go too hard.

the third time hit harder.

Your voice went silent, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave red marks, thighs clamping around his head as you melted. “jude—fuck! t-too much,” you whimpered, but he just pressed deeper, murmuring praise and filth.

“look at you, coming all over my tongue like a needy slut. my good fucking girl. one more.” he still didn’t let up, mouth shiny and relentless, until you were limp, gasping, the taste of yourself still on his lips when he finally crawled up your body.

he kissed you deep and slow, letting you taste every bit of it, his cock throbbing hard against your thigh through his shorts. “again,” he whispered against your cheek, breath hot.

“i’m not finished with you.”

[luvjellie]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ jude bellingham apology fucking his puppy!girl after training ♡ (smut, jude feels sorry, beginner smut author)

the apartment hung in silence, one that could only belong to a weekday afternoon, no traffic or distant chatter that you’d expect.

jude’s cleats thudded against the hardwood as he kicked the door shut behind him, the slam echoing off the walls. the training field clung to him, the tang of sweat, the stench of grass and dirt caked onto the corners of his cleats, and the reminiscing shouts of his teammates barking plays still ringing in his ears. his muscles ached, tight and stressed from hours of drills, but the second his gaze landed on you, the tension in his body disappeared.

you knelt at the edge of the bed, just as you had been when he left that morning, your body filled with anticipation. the diamond collar around your neck caught the soft glow of afternoon light spilling through the drawn curtains, throwing sparkles across the wall like scattered stars. the sight of it, of you, twisted something low in his gut.

he hated leaving you.

hated the way the guilt chewed at him every time he walked out the door. but someone had to pay for the collar, the toys, the lotion you loved so much, and jude always knew exactly how to make it up to you.

his shirt came off in one rough motion, the damp fabric peeling away from his skin with a wet noise. it hit the floor with a soft thud, and the air between you both thickened with the scent of musk and the faint, sweet vanilla of the lotion you’d smoothed over your thighs earlier. your head lifted, ears perking at the sound, and when your eyes met his, they were wide, dark, pupils blown with want. Your tail gave a slow, hopeful wag, the gloss on your parted lips catching the light. your thighs pressed together, slick with the evidence of a day spent imagining him, his voice, his hands, the way he’d pin you down and use you.

jude’s cock twitched hard against the material of his shorts, the fabric straining. he could see it in the way your breath hitched, the way your fingers curled into the sheets and how much you were dripping for him.

“on the bed, pup,” he growled, voice rough from shouting plays all afternoon. “hands and knees. show me that needy cunt and that pretty tail.”

you scrambled to obey, the mattress dipping under your weight as you climbed onto all fours. your back arched, ass lifting in that perfect, submissive curve he loved, the tail swaying just above the swell of your cheeks. he stepped behind you, his palm guiding over the flushed heat of your hip. your skin was feverish, the kind of warmth that came from a day spent flushed and aching, too embarrassed to touch yourself even as your body begged for relief. a whimper slipped from your lips as his fingers trailed lower, brushing against the base of your tail before dipping between your thighs.

the moment he parted your folds, his knuckles came away glistening. your arousal coated his fingers, thick and slick, and the sound of it, the nasty squelch as he dragged his touch through your folds, made his cock throb.

your whimper was small, desperate, your hips jerking back instinctively, chasing more of his touch.

“fuuuuck, listen to ya,” he muttered, voice rough. His fingers sank into you without warning, curling against that spongy spot inside that made your back shiver. “pushed ya away all day and now you’re soaked. my good girl’s been holding it in, haven’t ya?”

you clenched around him, your walls fluttering, and a broken moan tore from your throat. your ears flopped with the movement, your tail twitching as he worked you open, thumb circling your clit in slow, painful strokes. the room filled with the wet, lewd sounds of your cunt taking his fingers and the scent of you grew heavier, sweet and sharp, like overripe fruit left in the sun. Your thighs trembled, your breath coming in sharp, needy little gasps.

“jude,” you whined, voice cracking. “please—m-more… I’ve been so good.”

he answered by adding a third finger, stretching you wider, the burn of it making your head drop forward. His free hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could watch your face, the way your lips parted, the drool beading at the corners of your mouth, the way your eyes glazed over with pleasure. his cock pulsed, aching, the head dark and leaking.

“that’s it,” he murmured, breath hot against your ear. “i’m so sorry for leaving ya alone all day. take my fingers like the desperate little pup ya are. gonna stretch this cunt open until you’re begging to come.” he twisted his wrist, scissoring his fingers inside you, and your walls squeezed around him, greedy, hungry. “come on, baby. clench for me.”

you obeyed without thought, your pussy fluttering tight around his digits, your whimpers turning into broken, needy sounds. he spit onto your clit, the wet sound making you shudder, and used his thumb to spread it, the slickness making your bud swell under his touch. your nipples brushed against the sheets, the hard buds begging for attention, but he ignored them for now. his focus was on the way your juices coated his hand, shiny and messy, the way your thighs trembled as he edged you closer and closer to release.

“please, judey,” you gasped, ears drooping with frustration. “let me come. i need it, need your cock. been thinking about it all day while you were gone.”

something possessive and hot fueled in his chest, tighter than his guilt. he pulled his fingers free with a wet noise, slick strings of arousal connecting them to your swollen cunt. your breath hitched as he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. The taste of you, tangy and addictive, flooded his senses, and he groaned at the way your eyes tracked the movement, your pupils blown wide.

“fuckin’ hell, puppy,” he growled, voice rough. “ya taste real good.” his hands went to his shorts, shoving them down with a sharp tug. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head flushed and with a bead of precome welling at the tip. he rubbed himself through your folds once, coating his length in your wetness, the slick heat of you making his hips jerk forward. “gonna fuck ya full now. fill this greedy hole until ya forgive me for leavin’.”

he nudged at your entrance, the head of his cock stretching you open, and you whined, low and needy, your body trembling. he pushed in slow at first, letting you adjust to the burn of his size, but the moment he bottomed out. your cry filled the room, high, desperate, with a sense of relief. the heat of you enveloped him, tight and clinging, and he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips.

then he moved.

his hips snapped forward, the wet noises of skin filling the room as he set a brutal rhythm. his balls smacked against your clit with every thrust, the bed creaking beneath you, and the sheets twisting under your fingers. One hand stayed on your hip, the other reaching for the base of your tail, rubbing slow, teasing motions that made your breath hitch.

“fuck, ya feel that?” he rasped, voice strained. His cock pounded in and out of you, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him filling the air. “my cock owning this cunt. come on it, pup. come hard and milk me.”

you shattered with a broken howl, your cunt spasming around him, your wetness gushing down his thighs. jude didn’t stop, he kept fucking you through it, chasing his own release, his breath coming in low grunts. when he came, it was with a groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you, flooding you with shot after shot of come until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down your thighs.

he stayed buried inside you, his chest heaving, his hand stroking your ears in slow, apologetic circles. you collapsed forward, trembling, and he followed, his lips brushing over your shoulder, leaving soft, kisses against your sweat slicked skin.

“‘m sorry, puppy,” he murmured, voice rough but gentle.

“’s okay, judey,” you whimpered back, smiling into the sheets as his fingers rubbed through your ears. “you’re here now.”

omg i'm superrrr nervous for this, i'm not the best smut writer so i truly hope you lovelies enjoy this! i tried to focus on the action much more than the environment but as always, please let me know if you have feedback or critiques! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)