illegal fighter!alfie who blows you a kiss when he sees spots you in the crowd.
he sees you cringe when his opponent is barely standing and begging for mercy but he feels the need to show you what he can do and how he can protect you. - 🥊
EEEEKKK IM BUZZING AT THIS ONE NONNIE🥹🥹 literally him showing her how assertive he’ll be for her and her only 🐰🐰
literally imagining illegalfighter!ab being so obsessed with his girl that when he’s waiting for his opponent to get back up after being knocked down, he gets too distracted after spotting her in the crowd and gets punched himself
wait i soooo see this happening! like he literally spends half of the match looking for her, hoping that she’d come and then he finally spots her in the crowd, waving at him with a smile🥹🥹
he’ll feel that familiar sense of pride in his stomach that she came whilst knowing of how much she hates violence before he ends up getting knocked out, causing her to worry and push through the crowd to check on him because that’s her natural instinct as a nurse in training :3
✧ a/n: well hello i am back. enjoy some insight into the mean!alfie universe <3 ✧ cw: general mean!alfie warnings, DDDNE elements, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of drug use, nsfw content ✧ summary: headcanons about your relationship with mean!Alfie.
alfie masterlist
mean!alfie who… meets you at a ukyt party after your friend Flo invited you as a plus one and is immediately infatuated with you.
mean!alfie who… is drawn in by how cute you are, how naive and aloof you seem to be.
mean!alfie who… lures you in with the promise of drinks on him, whispers of the dirty things he wants to do to you in your ear and a pill from his inner jacket “down for a good time girl?”
mean!alfie who… ignores you for weeks after, enough to make you forget all about him until a gift shows up at your front door with a note — ‘miss me? X’
mean!alfie who… turns up at your flat late at night and demands you let him in all fired up after seeing you with another man in a club, fretting about how disrespectful it is to him (you never question how he saw)
mean!alfie who… doesn’t quite get the message when you tell him you just want to be friends, that he’s too obsessive “i can be a bit much yeah, it’s calm girl…i’ll text ya” he doesn’t text.
mean!alfie who… disappears for a while, you don’t see him for weeks thinking you’d finally met a mature man who knew where he wasn’t welcome..meanwhile he’s had you followed everywhere, keeping tabs.
mean!alfie who… you only see at social events for the time being, all sweet and paying for your drinks, who grows on you and eventually you miss him (there’s no need to tell him)
mean!alfie who… barrels through your front door when he knows you’re about to go out for the night with a baggie, drinks and the promise of a night you won’t forget; you know you’re done for now.
mean!alfie who… gets you so addicted to him you’re begging on your knees every time he leaves, blowing up his phone when he’s filming.
mean!alfie who… despite making it seem like you were the only one obsessed and he could care less about you is madly fixated on you.
mean!alfie who… loves to rile you up as an excuse to ‘teach you a lesson’: leaves you on read knowing just how much you hate it, posts on instagram with girls he can’t remember the name of (or if they fucked, honestly), anything he knows gets you upset. he doesn’t really need an excuse, he knows you’ll take whatever he gives you anyway. he just wants to see you desperate.
mean!alfie who… hacks your phone, your social media, even your streaming apps just so he knows your wants, needs and all your plans.
mean!alfie who… spoils you rotten with everything he knows you can’t afford. “said you liked this Chanel bag, had to buy it didn’t i…i know i bought you shoes yesterday, what’s your point?”
mean!alfie who… leaves you financially dependant on him by messing with your bank behind your back, paying for your food shopping and ‘covering’ the extra hundreds on your rent you suddenly didn’t have.
mean!alfie who… drives you so crazy you have to quit your job.
mean!alfie who… even when he’s not around subtly controls all of your clothing choices, the things you eat, the places you go, the people you see.
mean!alfie who… breaks your heart over and over again by sleeping around and telling you all about how much better she was for him all while leaving you in radio silence.
mean!alfie who… disappears just long enough for you to get too vulnerable to say no when he comes back. (he always does)
mean!alfie who… constantly talks about how rude and disrespectful you are to him despite you never understanding what you’ve done. “getting sick of you acting like an ungrateful slut uno, not like i pay your rent is it? fix it.” you try your best to change you ways, but nothings good enough for him.
mean!alfie who… eventually knocks you up just so you can never leave him.
─── NSFW BELOW, MDNI !
mean!alfie who… makes it his mission to fuck you from the start.
mean!alfie who… gets you all high & buzzy on drinks the first few times under the guise of an extra good time to condition you to be addicted to him.
mean!alfie who… rarely ever has you in missionary because it’s too intimate for him.
mean!alfie who’s… favourite activity is slapping you with your cum on his hands just so it stings more.
mean!alfie who… will fuck you over and over without letting you cum just so you know it’s never about you “uh uh, who said you could cum you silly girl…what about me?”
mean!alfie who… has you wherever whenever he wants because you’re his to take even when you’re crying, begging, slapping him away.
mean!alfie who… makes you gag on his fingers instead of his cock because he knows it’s all you want and it’s easier to get you a sloppy disgusting messy.
mean!alfie who… makes you hump his shoe like a dog, sometimes even literally with a collar & a leash just to show much he truly owns you.
mean!alfie who… doesn’t let you touch yourself, even during sex because no one touches what’s his.
mean!alfie who… never uses a condom with you, pumping you full of cum every go desperate to breed you.
mean!alfie who… keeps a collection of photos & videos of you hidden in his phone for when he disappears and still desperate for you, cumming into his hand with videos of you crying on your knees for him forgotten on his phone:
mean!alfie who… shares them with his friends to brag about how obedient you are.
mean!alfie who… lets some of his nastiest friends use you in front of him when you’re getting too needy “so desperate for everything sweetheart, i couldn’t possibly keep up by myself, could i?”
Holy fuck you got one anon carrying the illegal fighter au😭😭 We love them for it though
LMFAO i mean i can’t complain tbh, it keeps me motivated and it also just shows that people see the same vision and enjoy the au as well, which is what i’ve always wanted 🤍🤍🤍
i don’t think i’d ever write anal but i could definitely see them trying it out for the first time once they’re comfortable with each other and alfie just talking with her and praising her through it all 🐰🐰
i do think it’d be a one time experience though LOL😭
hi babes❤️ im reading some of your alfie fics and in the fics you put a link on certain words like alfies name and such but when i click it it takes me to this website thing called H.co.uk 😭😭
just informing you xx
HELP OMG i literally forgot to preface that you’re not meant to actually click on the linked names, they’re just how i format with my writing layouts!! 🐰🐰 i don’t do that anymore but istg i was gonna make that clearer on the said posts, i just forgot to💔💔 that’s my fault bestie <33 😭😭
so. i have a dilemma for my fighter!ab au, i kinda wanted to give him a sister for his arc but im totally stumped on names and google/pinterest are of no help either 😟😟 so if anyone could give me any suggestions please and ty 🐰🐰
summary 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ you tried your hardest to swear off jude bellingham. but you can’t get enough of him, and he can’t get enough of you.
warnings 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ unprotected sex, fem reader, beginning is a flashback, angst???, reader needs to stand up for herself, public sex, p in v, plenty of praise, degradation (maybe), hair pulling, thigh riding. jude is a little toxic and kind of a slut but what’s new?
note 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ hi so… this is my first smut. ALSO NOT PROOF READ LMFAO i hope it’s alright, i’m finishing this at 4AM…. but anyways if you enjoyed this let me know because i’m considering a part 2! thank you for reading enjoyyy
You swore you’d stay away from Jude Bellingham. God, it made you cringe thinking about it now.
You’d stood in your bathroom one week ago, staring at your own reflection deeply. You were done settling for half-hearted conversations and a version of Jude that barely seemed to have room for you anymore. Granted, he was a high-performance athlete dealing with the pressures that came with the title… But still, that wasn't fair to you!
But… It also wasn’t your fault you were terrible at keeping your word.
“Where are you going?” Jude’s voice pulled you from your drowning thoughts. You glanced over your shoulder, finding him stretched across the bed, watching as you wandered around the room collecting your things.
The wadded sheets that caressed his lower half did little to offer modesty, his taupe skin glistened with sweat across his abdomen, decorated in red lines left moments ago by your nails.
You ignored his words as you shifted your lace underwear up your trembling, tired legs, your eyes scanned the room in search of all of your clothing. Jude had never been too considerate or precise when discarding them across the floor; he was always so needy and desperate with you.
“Oh, come off it,” Jude scoffed jokingly, not understanding why you’d been in such a hurry after fucking. “We are well past this.”
Touché—you raised your eyebrows in agreement. You had always stayed back, cuddled up in Jude’s arms until he checked out of the hotel the next morning. And that was the issue.
“Jude, you know this was a mistake.” You grumbled out, not offering him a second glance. You know if you did, you wouldn’t want to leave. And that made you annoyed. Especially with yourself.
Jude laughed. Laughed! God, you sometimes envied how unbothered he could be. You rolled your eyes, turning away to find your skirt crumpled on the floor. With an irritated sigh, you shimmed it back up your legs while Jude pushed himself off the bed, tugging on his boxers as though nothing had happened.
“Ouch,” his lip came to a pout, acting as if your words had stung him. He didn't believe you, so they didn't affect him. Damnit!
“I told you last time this wasn't happening again.” You volleyed out an explanation, sounding more like you were convincing yourself rather than him. And you were—Jude didn't even ask for an explanation.
“Ah.. And yet, here we are.” Jude exhaled a chuckle through his nose; and your annoyance was beginning to spread due to his inability to take you seriously.
“Well it's not happening again.”—Famous last words. You looked at Jude and hoped your expression was enough to persuade him to believe your words. But he didn't; maybe because you were the one who sought him out tonight. Or maybe because he didn't want to believe you deep down. Regardless.. He’d prefer to avoid such conversations.
You groaned when you couldn't find your shirt while Jude watched in amusement. He didn't bother to help you—why would he cover up the red and purple marks that caressed your skin thanks to himself?
“Have I lost my touch or something?” Jude knew that wasn't the case. Not when you had just cummed around his fingers and cock three times.
You took a sharp inhale and spun on your heels to face him fully, “Listen, I'm no longer fine with just being a fuck of convenience.” You admitted, shoulders shrugging defeatedly. Only then did you capture the falter on Jude’s face—or rather—his deep eyes. Oh, his eyes. You could get lost in his expressive, gorgeous eyes.
His eyebrows pinched together in confusion as his lips tugged into a small frown.
“That's what you think this is?” His question almost sounded accusatory, but you knew better when it came to Jude. He was just so unintentionally animated, that anything he said came out ten times more passionate.
Jude bent over and scooped up your shirt off the floor but refrained from forfeiting it just yet.
Come to think of it, you didn't want to answer his question, even though it had the most obvious answer. You didn't need it rubbed into your face that your needs didn't align. So, instead, you went to grab your shirt from his grip, but he was quick to draw it back; eyebrows curling in question. Jude really wanted an answer.
“How else would you describe it, Jude?” You tilted your head to the side.
Jude faltered once more, his lip trembling. He hadn’t signed up for this. He avoided this question the last time when you had ‘ended’ the arrangement that had been going on for far too many months now.
“Fun,” Jude settled on. And when you let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, he shuddered. “You.. You know what I mean,” he attempted to follow up.
It startled him. Jude was usually good with words. People had always told him he was mature beyond his years, that he always knew the right thing to say. But when it came to you, he felt like the stupidest man alive.
He searched for a better word, but nothing came. Convenience wasn’t right. It made you sound temporary, interchangeable. You were anything but that.
“I know what to expect from you, Jude.” You successfully grabbed your shirt this time and yanked it over your head. “I'm not going to ask for more. But this isn't enough for me anymore.”
Your explanation was fair; he couldn't complain. Jude couldn't throw it in your face, tell you that he already warned you that he didn't want anything serious. Couldn't make it your problem, or tell you that you were wrong, or your expectations were wrong.
Because they weren't wrong. And that was Jude’s problem. You made sense, you were doing what was right by you. So why did it make him feel like shit? He should be grateful you weren't putting him in an awkward position he had been in far too many times, forced to let others down. He really couldn’t find the words to say anything.
“Thanks for the fun night,” you smiled sarcastically, being able to throw his words in his face. Jude had to refrain from scoffing in disbelief.
You knew damn well it wouldn’t be the last time you saw Jude, but you’d hoped it’d be the last time you were that close to the footballer. Given that the last time you melted beneath his touch and came undone from nothing more than a few whispered words and lingering touches.
You prayed that was the case, and it seemed more and more likely that it was as the months flew by.
Jude knew you were in Madrid; he always knew what clubs you were attending despite never telling him. The smarter side of your brain screamed out danger but the impulsive side made you miss the little game you two had.
Honestly, he barely crossed your mind, it wasn't like it was hard to avoid a footballer. Hot property, especially in Madrid. There were fans chomping at the bit to get their hands on any Real Madrid player, thus security crowded around anyone with any sort of status. It was impossible to stumble across the man.
But ignoring his presence was a bigger feat than intended, especially when he scored the winning goal against Barcelona. As if the posters of his face and name everywhere weren't enough!
Suddenly, Jude’s face was plastered everywhere all at once, and only his name dropped from everyone's lips. You'd like to think there was no bad blood; but he was so hard to resist and you resented him for it. Suddenly he was everywhere—yet not in reach. Perhaps it was a good thing.
So you were optimistic. If getting near Jude was hard before, it'd be ten times harder now. Man of the moment; you felt that you'd be in the clear.
So.. How the fuck did you manage to be only five people back in the front of the line for the exclusive after party club? Your VIP pass decorated your neck as Jude walked past the front doors. He was ushered through the crowd, no need to pay or wait like every other eager party-goer, hoping their name made the list with cash in hand to pay for entry.
Jude shouldn't had spotted you, not with the gaggle of paparazzi that snapped enough pictures to blind a person or the slew of people cheering for him for a shred of attention. But, of course, Jude did.
“Hey, hey, they’re with me.” Jude stopped in his tracks; fishing you and your friend out of line towards him. The second your eyes met his, your expression hardened. Jude only snickered, looking far too pleased with himself.
You wanted to stay where you were and tell him you would wait like everyone else and get in yourself. Your pride was too strong to spare yourself ten minutes and a couple of hundred euros. Yet, your best friend, however, was far too pleased to get in for free. She didn't know your guys’ history, and you couldn't blame her for wanting to be a part of the attention. Hell, you knew Jude was hot as much as she did.
Deep down, it almost felt shameful, as if you were just some pretty girl Jude picked out to entertain himself with. But you only viewed it that way because you feared that had been true in the past. And knowing him, it probably was.
“Would you believe me if I said this is almost the highlight of the day?” Jude spoke to you with a wide grin, head ducked down towards you to ensure you heard him over the music growing in volume as you entered the venue.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes even; it appeared opting to be cold was the easiest option. Friendliness never lasted long with you two; being friendly became flirty. Flirting leads to touching and suddenly you'd be trapped beneath the nearest surface and his fiery body.
"No." Your answer was short, 'forgetting' to mumble the obvious, a congratulations, you'd feel bad if he wasn't getting it from every angle, but he was.
Jude’s grin only widened, regardless, bemused at your words. You weren't surprised, you doubted anything would wipe the shit-eating grin off his face right now. A breath of relief escaped you when someone grabbed at his arm and tugged him along, turning his attention elsewhere as you turned to your friend. Drinks were an absolute need tonight.
In hindsight, deciding to stay in the secluded area reserved for the Real Madrid player was definitely a bad idea. But with the rest of the venue packed shoulder to shoulder, you stood by your decision.
The free drinks and friendly faces proved to be enough of a distraction; music and alcohol flowing through your veins, so much so you’d join in on the cheers every time someone toasted to the footballer, or his name popped up on a board with bottles of champagne arriving.
An arm slithering around your waist should’ve been alarming, but shamefully you recognised the muscular grip immediately, your body naturally welcoming such action instead of pulling away.
“You still haven’t congratulated me.” Jude’s voice was low and in your ear, Birmingham accent thick, making you have to take a sharp breath. It was stupid, ridiculous the way such an action could have your mind growing hazy.
“Haven't I?” You posed the question innocently, bringing your drink to your lips as if it would offer you refuge from the temptation behind you.
You’d lost your friend ages ago, and suddenly you couldn’t recognise many people around you. Or maybe you didn’t make an effort to, because the company you quietly craved was the man behind you.
“Nope,” Jude popped the ‘p,’ lips lingering next to your ear momentarily before he pulled away to also bring his drink to his lips, you taking the moment to turn around and face him. “Not very nice of you, you know?”
You’d rolled your eyes again, a small laugh escaping you. Wanting to point out the fact that everyone was dropping to their knees to sing his praise. He didn’t need it from you. Not to mention how pesky his little Britishisms can be.
Did it make your heart skip a beat that he wanted it, though? Of course it did, despite your brain screaming that it shouldn’t. It was far too easy to cling onto anything this man did.
“Well done,” you spoke, voice laced with sarcasm despite there being truth to your words. “I’m so, so, so proud of you!”
Jude chuckled and his face lit up in amusement once more; a vast contrast to every other conversation he had tonight. This very reason he’d sought you out. Jude thought it spoke for something, the fact his mind had been consumed with so many thoughts of you despite the win he’d just accomplished with the team.
“Thank you.” Jude grinned from ear to ear, and it was as if on cue, he was being tugged away once more; and suddenly, you could breathe again.
You took the time to grab some much needed air, a balcony not too far. The next hour or so ended up being a bit of a blur. You ended up back on the dance floor, familiar faces all around, drinks continuously flowing—reunited with your friend whose lipstick was now smudged and hair slightly tangled, your hands quick to fix it up with small giggles.
You were loosening up, so much so that when Jude next appeared with two drinks in hand and daring eyes… You couldn’t help but accept. You were practically dying by your own hand, you knew you should politely decline and slip back into the crowd. But Jude Bellingham was always so hard to ignore, especially in a black button-up and white slacks.
Both of you toasted and raised the glasses to your lips, somehow still moderately sober in comparison to those around you. You knew your limits and you didn't want the night to end prematurely.
“You're not mad at me, are you?” Jude had to shout for you to hear, your eyes narrowing as you shook your head. You were somewhat surprised at his efforts. His ability to seek you in a crowd that was there for him and his team. All for what? To ask you that question?
“Why would I be mad at you?” You deflected, because you knew he had a point. You weren’t mad at him, obviously. He hadn't done anything; you’d been the one to… get attached. But you were quite clearly being distant and cold and you didn’t feel like explaining why.
Jude shrugged his shoulders, face scrunching up like he was thinking momentarily, giving you time to admire how pretty he looked. How his large hand wrapped around the glass, the way his arms looked with his sleeves rolled up.
“You’re avoiding me,” his brow shot up and you were rolling your eyes once more, like a broken record. The grin on his face showed he didn’t care to sound desperate; that he was well aware why you were acting in such a way. He distinctly remembered the last conversation between the pair of you. How you swore off the two of you—much to his dismay.
“I’m not! I’m keeping a friendly distance,” you corrected playfully, eyebrows raising as he nodded unconvincingly, lips parting in fake shock.
It was pathetic, you already could feel it. Your self restraint slipping away. Suddenly, posing yourself the question, would it be that bad if you entertained yourself with the idea of him just one more time? Just once?
“Right,” Jude practically sung, a laugh following suit as he downed the rest of his drink. “There’s no fun in that.”
All you could do was shrug at his words and give no answer because you agreed. This wasn’t fun, it was hard. It would be so much easier to let yourself take the usual reckless route. And why live life the hard way?
So, there, you chose easy, and when someone appeared to place a drink in Jude’s hand and capture a few minutes of his attention, you allowed the footballer to throw his arm over your shoulders; tugging you closer to his body. He didn’t want you slipping away into the crowd again.
You let yourself stay in his grasp, mindlessly swaying to the music and awaiting for him to finish shooting the shit. You should’ve taken this precious time to realise this was what you were meant to avoid. Take this precious time to duck out from his hold and busy yourself with someone else once more.
But instead you found yourself leaning into Jude; admiring the way his calloused yet gentle fingertips danced on your collarbone—oblivious to prying eyes and jealous gazes from those who were hoping to be in your place. His cologne was intoxicating, his touch was familiar and inviting and the way he was keeping you close while still paying you attention despite everyone trying to get their two cents in with him had your stomach flipping and fluttering.
“I really, really missed you,” Jude whispered; your head tilting aside invitingly. Contrast to your initial and intended behaviour. Regardless, the moment his lips met your skin, all rational plans were out the door with a relieved sigh.
“Good.” you answered back, knowing to not grow excited by such a confession. Not needing to say the words back because Jude already knew you missed him. You were always missing him—and he loved that.
Another kiss was pressed to your skin, and another.
“I mean it,” Jude mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut briefly at the feeling of his lips still peppering your skin. Heat spreading across your cheeks, which you later blamed on the temperature inside the venue.
You were glad you’d made your mind up, having come to the conclusion that one more night with him couldn’t be that bad. Your thought process was definitely influenced by your sexual desires rather than rationality or consideration for your aching, breaking heart. But it meant you weren’t dwelling on his words and picking them apart, instead focused on the way his hand was now resting on the side of your leg.
“Is there a bathroom near?” Your question was all Jude needed to hear as the pair of you were not so subtle as you weaved through the crowd.
His lips were on yours the moment you were in the bathroom, your back being pressed against the door to shut it—his fingers fiddling around to find the lock and the moment he heard it click, his hands were all over you.
It was messy, and rushed; adrenaline pumping between the pair of you much like the muffled music seeping through the door. Your hands were pawing at each other, his at your waist, then your hips, then your legs; touching what he could of you over the silk of your dress.
Your hands were gripping the back of Jude’s head, then running down his chest; attempting to pull him closer despite his body pressed tightly against yours. His hands then moved to grab yours, before lifting them up and over your head; pinning them to the door as his lips moved to your jaw, then to your neck.
“Jude,” you breathed in need. Your eyes shut as you attempted to push forward off the door, wanting to touch him in any way. Excitingly, you were no match for his strength.
He tutted and smacked his lips quietly, kissing at your skin with such intent that made you whimper.
“What do you want?” Jude’s question was almost a taunt while his knee was pushing between your thighs. Jude knew exactly what to do to have you squirming. It made you feel helpless, needy and desperate. Nonetheless, not one bit regretful or ashamed you found yourself here again.
“You—fuck—anything,” you breathed, hips rutting against his leg slightly; the action not unnoticed as a cocky smirk grew on Jude’s lips.
Your eyes poured into his, watching as he bathed the sight of you in. You were so flustered and worked up already, and he barely touched you.
“Yeah?” he hummed, releasing your hands now so he could cup your cheek, which made it hard for you to nod but you attempted to regardless.
“Want you to fuck me,” you elaborated; taking the chance to touch him, hand going straight to the huge bulge in his trousers. Jude gritted and hissed through his teeth with a curl of his eyebrows.
You two would often take your time. Jude liked to have you spread open for him, a few orgasms deeply thanks to his fingers or tongue first before fucking you sensually. Taking his time in kissing every inch of your body, exploring your mouth, kissing you and touching you all he could. He loved to memorise your body like a map.
However, the both of you had a sense of urgency tonight. Keen to feel him inside you, aware there were plenty of people awaiting the footballer; that the night had barely begun in the grand scheme of things. The fact you’d avoided him for so long. The fact you promised, but God, it’d been too long. Jude would struggle to draw this out the way he wanted to.
“Barely touched you, baby,” Jude pointed out with a smirk as if he was not feeling the same burning desire to be with you.
You normally would’ve paid more attention to the way your stomach flipped at the casual drop of the nickname, but his actions captured your attention before you could dwell too hard.
It was a relief as he moved you to the sink counter, pressing on your back to bend you over the surface. Behind you, your hands scrambled to grip on the counter as your eyes settled on him in the mirror. A position you’d only be in for him, and Jude knew that.
Spreading your legs was easy as you watched Jude, flipping the skirt of your dress up and merely pushing your panties aside; fingers swiping through your wetness, entering you once, then twice.
“Gotta make sure this isn’t a mistake, hm?” Jude’s inquiry was a taunt, quoting you, hands leaving your figure. He then unzipped his pants and freed his cock, leaving you to whimper and watch in the mirror.
Jude didn’t make the move to touch you, prolonging your torture; hips swaying slightly as you dwelled on his words. His big doe eyes were pouring into yours through the mirror and your cheeks only grew more hotter. His reminder that you had once claimed you didn’t want this anymore had you speechless, not suddenly rational.
“What changed your mind?” His hands moved to squeeze your ass, cock pressing against your entrance which left you with nothing but anticipation and emptiness. “Cause we finally won? Am I good enough for you now?”
You would’ve rolled your eyes if you weren’t in such a compromising position, his wicked grin enough to show his words were simply throw away comments, not an insight into his actual assumptions.
“Jude… please,” you whined, all you could muster. Your hips attempted to push back onto him but his hands on your ass held you directly in place; chest rising at the sight of you so needy for him. A sight he’d never, ever get sick of.
“Your words, not mine, babe,” Jude reminded you; tongue flicking over his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you momentarily, your laboured breathing and inability to keep still due to your need for him always something he loved to be witness to.
He was usually gentle with you at first, would warm you up; start off slow and build up to the pace that would have tears streaming down your pretty face. But he was insanely eager tonight, adrenaline still pumping madly through his veins. And by the way you were looking at him in the mirror told him you reciprocated.
“Gotta fuck some sense into you, yeah?” Jude’s question was matched with his hand tangling in your hair. He grasped a few strands before tugging you up harshly which made your back meet his chest and a gasp escaped you. “Yeah?” Jude repeated when you failed to answer.
You tried to nod quickly, hips pushing back once more to little success with the position he had you in. His lips were next to your ear now and the chuckle he let out had your thighs attempting to squeeze tightly together.
“Please! Please,” you whimpered; desperation growing pathetically quickly. It was almost pathetic, how he could shorten your vocabulary to pleas and curses in such little time.
Jude would like to say he was one of those men who could do this all night, but that would be a lie. He groaned audibly at your whimper; chest now pushed forward towards the mirror beautifully, still with a perfect view of your face.
He gave you no warning as he slid inside of you, your jaw going slack as he bottomed out; letting go of your hair and pushing your back down once more. Your hands flew to the counter again, moaning at the stretch while he groaned at the way your walls hugged him so, so tightly.
He didn’t give you the usual time to adjust, moving immediately and thrusting deeply inside of you, hands using your hips to meet his movements.
“Swear you’re fucking made for me,” Jude groaned as his head fell back, pounding into your tight cunt repetitively, your moans escaping each time as your face contorted in pleasure.
It was too good—he was too good. You weren’t sure how you could ever actually give this up.
You attempted to keep your moans hushed, although with the volume of the music you weren’t at much risk of being heard; which was good, because you were struggling to keep quiet. In fact, failing miserably! Your eyes rolled back when Jude didn’t fail to hit that spot inside of you repetitively, hands still gripping your hips tightly.
His grunts and groans were addictive, so much so you wanted to open your eyes and bask in the sight of him but the pleasure was too much to do so.
Jude, however, wouldn’t settle for such, hand tangling in your hair once more. He tugged once and pulled your head up slightly, with clear intentions behind his actions.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he cooed breathlessly, and you did as he said, being met with his ones through the mirror; a lazy smile gracing his features as you whimpered and gripped the counter tightly.
You never expect to get off so quickly from pure penetration, but you were. Suppose it was made easier with the sight of him and his hands gracing your skin, plus his filthy, loud mouth.
“So good,” you whined out; not that you needed to vocalise such a thing, it was already clear. But Jude loved your praise as much as you loved his. He hummed in agreement, squeezing your ass in appreciation.
Suddenly, his groans began to grow in frequency.
Jude was close, but in no way would he ever cum before you. His hand sneaking around your waist and dipping in between your thighs, finding your clit with ease. Jude’s fingers circled your clit expertly, dancing and sliding around like he knew you like the back of his hand. Because he did.
“Come for me baby, go on,” his words of encouragement were all you needed to hear as he continued to thrust in and out of you. You released on his cock virtually immediately at his demand. Your walls squeezed him so perfectly, Jude’s name so pretty coming from your lips—his own high cascading him as he came inside of you with a loud groan.
It was oddly satisfying, a quick release; a new experience for the pair of you. The both of you panting and coming down as he slid out of you.
Jude was gentle again, a contrast to before, as he turned you round and sat you on the counter. Your breaths were heavy as you observed him and his hands reaching up your thighs and tugging your underwear down your legs before shoving them in his pocket, only then pulling your dress down for you.
“Pervert,” you mocked with a teasing smile, Jude’s own one growing as he rolled his eyes—hands shifting to rest on your thighs.
“Collecting all the wins today,” he shrugged; a boyish chuckle escaping him as your face screwed up—his humour never lost on you as you pushed against his chest.
“I should smack you for that,” you taunted, failing to pretend to be disgusted as you grinned at him. Your entire body flushed and chest still rising and falling as you caught your breath, a small chuckle escaping you.
There were a few moments of silence as Jude adjusted himself, zipping his trousers back up and straightening out his shirt; your own hands moving to flatten your own hair.
“You gonna stay?” Jude’s question fell upon you with his intent gaze, eyes showing genuine interest. Your own eyebrows quirked in interest, unexpectedly. You'd assumed this was it for the night. Jude got his fix, you got yours.
“…Maybe,” you raised your shoulders slightly, not in a teasing way, but genuinely. You weren’t going to overstay your welcome. You were sure the casual party goers would be falling off the next couple of hours, the ones who just wanted to get a glimpse of the footballer.
You were assuming you fell into that category, not his inner circle.
“You should,” Jude hummed; and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you and the man almost frowned.
“You need to celebrate out there,” you hummed, patting his chest lightly with a small laugh.
His eye roll was one of sass, like you should’ve expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to insist on you staying.
“Yeah, I did already,” Jude retorted, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his thumb moving absentmindedly against the warmth of your skin.
And maybe that was the problem. Because somehow, somewhere between every warning you’d given yourself and every promise you’d made, you’d ended up right back here.
Still close enough to him to forget why you were supposed to leave.
i think i would be open to writing that! i’ve never written it before so the chances of said requests being accepted would be quite slim, but i would be interested to try! i also know ellie ( @lenneyswhore ) is also wanting to write for ukyt stepcest as well!!
Would u do one in which her and Jude are doing it in his familly home and the whole family is downstairs but they're not aware of the noise they're making. smth like that. thx you!! :)
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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You really shouldn't have teased Jude earlier. Now you're paying the price—with his family just one floor below.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x you
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.6k
Warnings! FLUFF! established relationship, NSFW / SMUT (18+), explicit sexual content, dirty talk, praise, possessive Jude, family downstairs, risk of getting caught, This chapter contains mature themes and explicit content intended for readers 18+.
You should have known better than to tease him at dinner.
Because now the joke's on you.
Now you're pinned beneath him on this too-small single bed—the same bed he's had since he was fourteen, apparently, with a mattress that creaks if you so much as breathe wrong—and his hand is over your mouth, his hips pressed tight against your ass, voice a ruined whisper against your ear.
"You think you're funny, don't you?" Jude's breath is hot against the shell of your ear, as his palm presses firmer against your lips. "Running your foot up my leg under the table like that. Hm?"
You whimper against his hand, and he groans low in his throat.
"Sh, baby. They're gonna hear us," he murmurs against your skin, and the bastard sounds amused.
His hand spans your waist, thumb pressing into the soft dip above your hipbone. He's behind you, chest flush to your back, and you can feel the rumble of his laugh trapped in his ribcage where it presses into your spine. The mattress groans beneath your combined weight. They've got the telly on downstairs, but neither of you want to risk. As much as you enjoy the slight danger, it would be too embarrassing for both of you.
He noses along your jaw, and his lips brush the spot just below your ear that he knows makes you crazy.
"Couldn't even wait till we got home," he murmurs, and you can hear the grin in it. "Just had to have my cock in you, huh?"
His hand slides from your mouth to grip your chin instead, tilting your head back against his shoulder. His eyes are dark in the low light of his childhood bedroom, hal-lidded with pleasure. He presses slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.
"Answer me," he says, soft and firm, his thumb dragging across your lower lip.
You blink up at him, dazed. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, wanted to get fucked," you manage, voice barely a breath. "Wanted you."
"That's right," he says, and his hand slides from your chin to wrap loosely around the front of your throat, barely adding pressure. "Couldn't even be good for me at dinner, could you? Had me so hard I couldn't think."
His pace quickens, each one punching a soft sound out of you, ones that you can't swallow back no matter how hard you try. The mattress springs groan in time with his movements, and your eyes fly to the door.
"Jude—"
"I know." His forehead drops to the back of your shoulder, his breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts through his nose. "I know, baby. But you're gonna have to be so quiet for me. Can you do that?"
You nod, but the truth is you're not sure you can.
Not when he's fucking you this good.
His hand tightens slightly around your throat—just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm—and he shifts his weight. The new angle hits that spot deep inside that only he's ever managed to, and the sound that escapes you is embarrassing.
"Shh, shh, shh," he soothes, but his hips don't stop. If anything, he goes deeper, rolling into you with a slow grinds that have your toes curling. "God, you're so tight. Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
You do.
The stretch of him, the heat of him, the way his stomach flexes against your lower back with every thrust. Your hand shoots back to grip his thigh, nails biting into the muscle there as you try to push him away, and he hisses through his teeth.
"Uh uh—" He catches your wrist, pins it behind your back, and his voice drops even lower. "Don't run from it. Take it." Your face presses into the pillow, and you bite down on the fabric to muffle the moan that builds in your chest. He lets out a breathless laugh behind you. "That's it. Bite the pillow if you have to." His free hand smooths down your spine, "Good girl."
The mattress betrays you both again with a sharp creak, and you both freeze. His hips still, buried deep. From downstairs, you can faintly hear chatter.
Jude's mouth finds your ear. "They're right there," he whispers, rolling his hips slow. "And you're soaking my cock like this." You clench around him involuntarily, and his whole body shudders. "Oh, you like that, don't you? Dirty girl. Like knowing they could walk up those stairs any second." You shake your head against the pillow, but your body tells a different story.
"Liar," he murmurs, and you can feel his smile against your neck.
His hand releases your wrist, and immediately his fingers find your hip, gripping tight as he starts moving again. Slow, deep thrusts that make sure you feel every inch of him pulling out before sliding back in.
"Baby, please," you breathe into the pillow, and your voice cracks on it.
"Please what?" Jude's voice is a rasp against the nape of your neck, and you can feel his patience fraying at the edges, the controlled rhythm of his hips stuttering just slightly. "Use your words."
"More," you whimper. "Need more."
Jude makes a sound behind you and his hips snap forward hard enough to shove you up the mattress. Your hand slaps against the headboard, "Gonna be the death of me," he moans into your shoulder, "Want it harder?" he asks, though his gentle tone betrays his intentions. "Tell me. Tell me what you need, sweet girl."
"You. Just—more. Please, Jude."
His hand flexes on your hip. "Since you asked so nicely." Then he gives you what you want.
He doesn't hold back after that.
His grip shifts—both hands now, one on your hip and the other pressing flat between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned to the mattress as he pounds into you. The sound of skin meeting skin is obscene in the quiet of this room. The headboard taps against the wall a little too loudly for comfort, and he slows just enough to slide a hand up, pressing his palm flat against the wall above you to cushion the impact.
"Can't have that," he breathes, more to himself than to you.
But he doesn't slow down. He just adjusts, angling your hips up so he can sink even deeper, and the new position has your face pressing sideways into the pillow, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. His hand finds your hair, fingers tangling in the strands at the root, and he tugs—gentle but firm—tilting your head back.
"Look at me," he says, and it's not a request. Your eyes open, hazy and unfocused, and you find him above you—this man who commands a stadium of thousands, now reduced to gritted teeth and trembling thighs.
"There she is," he murmurs, and his expression is almost pained. "My good girl. Taking everything I give you." His thumb traces down your cheek, wiping at a tear you didn't realize had slipped free. The tenderness of it hits you harder than anything else tonight, and your bottom lip trembles. "Hey," he whispers, softening for just a moment. His hips slow to a deep, grinding roll that makes your breath catch. "You okay?"
You nod, but your voice comes out wrecked. "Don't stop."
Something shifts in his expression at that. His jaw works, and he presses his forehead to your temple, breath warm and uneven against your neck.
"Never," he promises. "Never gonna stop."
His hips pick up again, and you feel a knot tightening low in your belly, building with every drag of him against that spot. Your hand grips the fitted sheet, twisting the fabric in your fist so you can have something to hold onto.
"Jude—" His name comes out cracked and desperate, swallowed by the pillow.
"I know, baby. I feel you," he rasps against your temple. "Feel you squeezing me. Gonna cum for me?"
You can't answer him. You can't do anything except cling to the sheets and try to remember how to breathe. Your body does the talking for you—clenching around him in fluttering waves that bring him closer to the edge too.
"There it is," he barely holds back his moans now. "There she goes. Give it to me. Let go, baby. I've got you." His hand slides from your hair to wrap around your front, pulling you flush against his chest, changing the angle again. His other hand finds yours, fingers lacing together against the mattress, pinning you there. Your back arches, and the knot snaps.
Your mouth opens against the pillow, but no sound comes out. Just a silent, trembling cry that wracks your whole body as your warmwet walls milk him for all he's got.
Jude's breath breaks apart against your neck. "Oh fuck—oh, fuck—" And he's following behind you, burying himself as deep as he can, his hips stuttering through the last few thrusts as he spills into the condom. His hand squeezes yours so hard his knuckles crack, and his whole body goes rigid against your back, trembling, a choked-off moan swallowed by the skin of your shoulder where he bites down to muffle himself.
The silence that follows is deafening.
Jude's weight settles against you, his forehead still pressed to your shoulder. His hand hasn't let go of yours. His fingers are still laced through yours against the pillow.
"I love you," he breathes against your shoulder, and it comes out so quiet you almost miss it.
warnings :: no plot sexual activity talking through it first time praise
authors note :: okay, i don't usually do smut so ntm.. this was also a request but guess who forgot to link it again...
"we're gonna take this slow.. okay?" He said looking at your flushed expression before smiling softly.
nothing came out but a shaky breath as you slowly nodded your head.
"i'm gonna take care of you, yeah? just let me lead." he leans down gripping your waist as he kisses you, guiding you backward toward the bed.
his hands stay on your waist gently as he presses your back onto the bed. he follows you down, settling between your legs but keeping his weight off you, as his lips trail from your mouth, down your neck, sucking gently around the area.
"you smell so good." he said murmuring against your neck. his hands slowly roam your sides as you feel his soothing touch makes you feel slightly less nervous.
he places more kisses along your collarbone, before his thumbs hook onto the waistband of your pants. he slowly looks back up at you. "can I take these off?"
you nod before swallowing hard. "please."
he tugs the fabric down your hips. "you doing okay? i promise i'll go slow."
after getting your pants off, he tosses them aside and just looks at you for a moment in your underwear. "god, you're so pretty."
he leans you deeper into the bed, as he goes down on his knees. he places soft, gentle kisses along your inner thigh, his hands hooking onto the waistband of your underwear.
he looks up at you with those warm, reassuring eyes. "just relax, yeah? i'm gonna make you feel good."
you nod as you feel his touch moving your underwear down.
seeing the hesitation in your eyes, he pauses and decides to take it extra slow. he places gentle kisses up your inner thighs, before inserting two fingers inside you. "shit, you're so tight." he mutters against your skin.
he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, keeping his pace gentle and steady. "you feel incredible, yeah? just relax those muscles for me." he curls his fingers slightly, searching for that spot. "tell me if it hurts, okay?"
"okay," you whisper, your body tense. you watch as he carefully works his fingers in and out, his face focused with concentration and care. he looks up at you periodically checking if you're okay, as his thumb starts to circle your clit softly.
"you're doing so good." he murmurs, adding a third finger slowly stretching you even more. he starts to pump a bit faster, his thumb pressing firmer against your clit.
"feel that? he kisses your inner thigh again, his hot breath against your skin.
he increases his pace slightly, curling his fingers more deliberately to hit that spot inside you. his thumb circles your clit faster now, applying just the right amount of pressure. "that's it, your so wet for me."
"jobe.." you whimper, your back arching slightly as he continuously hits the same spot. your hands grip his wrist, holding on as his fingers move faster.
he watches your face, seeing the pleasure and anticipation building. "that's it, baby, let go."
your body tenses up and then releases suddenly, waves of pleasure crashing over you. you cry out sharply, your thighs trembling around his wrist. he keeps you through it all, leading your orgasm until you're completely spent.
he leans in and presses a slow, tender kiss to your lips letting you recover. his hand gently strokes your hair, brushing strands away from your face. He keeps the kiss slow and gentle, tasting the sweetness of your lips. His thumb traces your waist softly as he breathes against your mouth.
"hold on for me baby, we're just getting started."
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