~Synopsis: Jude convinces singer!reader to come to his game and creates an uproar from devastated fans
~Contents: Jude x black girl, smut, celebrity au, after the Argentina match, nsfw
~A/N: This is little bit longer then I wanted it to be but enjoy
~Words: 3.5k
It's been over a week since you and Jude last met at the restaurant, and the media is going crazy. The paparazzi pictures of you two kissing outside the restaurant were published, and your life is quickly turning upside down. Dating rumors have sparked, and you actually don’t mind it. Not that you would ever admit that.
You already had a lot of eyes on you, but this whole situation just tripled it.
Your phone is blowing up even more than it was before with the pictures from that night, but luckily, you’ve had Jude to get through everything with. Even if it was just through the phone.
You two have been texting and FaceTiming one another every chance you’ve got, which has been every day.
Both of you are in Atlanta, you for an event which has already passed and him for the semifinals against Argentina, and are currently on the phone… again.
“So, am I gonna see you soon?” Jude asks me through the phone. You’ve been on a call for almost an hour now, and you can’t get enough of him.
Everything about him is absolutely intoxicating; his deep voice never fails to soothe and give you butterflies. He came back from training, which you can definitely hear in his voice.
“I mean you could come over to my hotel,” you suggest, lying on your suite's bed on your stomach.
“As tempting as that is, I think you should take my offer,” He persists. Ever since he found out that you would be in Atlanta at the same time as him, he immediately asked you to come to his game.
“I don’t know Jude. After everything, I really don’t want to make anything worse for either of us,” You mutter. You can’t help but feel like everything is moving quickly, and now everyone is sticking their noses in whatever you two got going on.
 Both of your pr managers suggested that you two could do a fake relationship for a few months, which you both declined.
“I hear it, but you wouldn’t be there for people; you’d be there for me,” he says, knowing that would turn you around. You fight to hold back a smile even though he can’t see you. It would be quite nice to watch him play in real life.
“Fine… whatever you’re doing is working.” You both laugh.
“Yeah? What am I doing?” his voice lowers; you can practically hear him smirking.
“You know exactly what,” you respond, mimicking his tone.
Your conversations this past week have consisted of getting to know each other and heavy flirting which always gets your heart racing.
“So that’s a yes?” he asks eagerly
“Yes, Jude I will come to your match,” you sigh in defeat.
“Alright then, I’ll make sure everything is set for you. Ill get a car to fetch you from your hotel and you’ll be in a suite with my parents,” He says casually and my heart nearly stops at that last bit of information.
“Your parents?” release a scream, making him laugh.
“Yeah, I promise they don’t bite,” he says as if that makes things any better.
"You want me to meet your parents?" you ask him.
“Think of it as they just happened to be there,” he says.
“Okay… okay that’s completely fine, I think,” you say, responding to him.
“It’ll be alright, I promise.” he chuckles at your antics.
The call gets cut short after a few minutes when you look at the time and realize its 11pm and Jude needs to get up early tomorrow for his match.
You sprawl out on the giant bed in your robe, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. “This is crazy… I’m crazy,” you whisper to yourself before laughing.
THE NEXT DAY
You wake up, and you’re already reaching for your phone before you can fully open your eyes and realize that you woke up later than you wanted to. Something else that you notice is the message that Jude left for you about three hours ago, making your heart jump.
Jude:
“Good morning beautiful, just letting you know that I’m thinking of you and I hope that you sleep in and get that beauty rest.”
“Message me when you wake up.”
You press your face into the pillow, kicking my feet, giggling like a little girl. As if on cue, a knock comes through the door. Confused get up to open the door, trying to remember if you ordered room service.
When you open the door, one of the staff members stands on the other side. "Good morning,” you say seeing him call someone else, and they hand you a giant bouquet of white roses, making your jaw drop. Forgetting the fact that you haven’t even brushed your teeth.
You thank them then you quickly walk back to your bed putting the flowers down. You read the note and it said:
“I hear that white roses represent new beginnings, and I hope ours is as beautiful as you are–Jude.”
You sit down rereading the note a few times not believing that any of this is real. Jude has constantly gone out of his way to show you how much he’s willing to give and you can’t help but be a little overwhelmed.
You decide to text him before you get ready for the day.
You:
“Good morning. I just got the flowers.”
“I cannot believe that you did this. Thank you.”
You make sure to attach a picture of the flowers. Right as you’re putting your phone down, he responds
Jude:
“It only felt right; I’m glad you liked them.”
“Can’t wait to see you.”
You:
“I can’t wait to see you too.”
After you head for the bathroom to get cleaned up before getting ready to leave, while eating breakfast, you hear a knock coming through the door.
You go to open the door, expecting your manager to come. She walks in, taking in your appearance. "Girl, you look good, definitely looking like a football player's girlfriend," she says, making you laugh.
"We're not together," you respond, finishing your makeup, going for a clean, simple look.
"Not yet, girl, I mean, look at these flowers," she picks up the note making you laugh.
"Are we ready to leave?" You ask her, gathering your things
"Yes, the car is waiting outside and so is the paparazzi," she says matter-of-factly.
"Alright, let's go," You sigh, never getting used to getting followed around.
You walk out, being met by your security already outside your suite. Once you start walking toward the entrance of the hotel, you can already hear the screaming outside as you prepare yourself.
Once you walk out, you're attacked by camera flashes and questions while your security pushes them away.
"What's going on between you and Jude Bellingham?"
"Are you going to watch his game right now?"
"How long have you two been involved?"
"Can you look over here?"
You keep your head down, getting into the car. The car takes off immediately after you get in, your manager staying behind.
When you finally make it to the stadium, the car parks in an underground parking space, and you text Jude and telling him that you've arrived.
You meet a staff member who escorts you to the vip area where you'll be watching the match. When you walk in cautiously, you're met with Jude's parents, who you know to be Mark and Denise.
Denise gets up when she sees you, giving you a kind smile. "Hello, sweetheart. Jude told us he was expecting you." She opens her arms, coming in for a hug.
"Hi, it's so nice to meet you," You say through the nerves. "You're even more beautiful in person," she adds, you smile thanking her.
You start chatting with them when they tell you that Jude is currently getting ready for the match, which explains him not responding to your message. Not that you expected him to, with 30 minutes until kickoff.
Talking to them really makes you realise how they raised a guy like Jude. They’re so wholesome and welcoming.
People are already filling their seats, a sea of red and white for England and blue for Argentina. You're looking around, and that's when you see him, walking out with his team to sing the national anthem.
He looks as good as when you last saw him, maybe even better.
They sing the anthems and start the match, and you're already on the edge of your seat. The camera pans to you during the first half, making people scream louder than they already were.
The odds were looking good for England, especially after they scored the first goal. You couldn't help but look at Jude for the whole match, admiring how good he looks and how focused he is in his element.
Argentina took the lead during the last few minutes, and all you can think about is how much Jude talked to you about finally winning the World Cup for England. You saw how much they all pushed for it, how much he pushed for it.
The last few minutes of extra time absolutely excruciating.
The final whistle blows, and your heart aches for Jude, not being able to imagine how he feels right now.
You see him hold back tears on the big screen, later getting into an altercation with the other team, one of his teammates pulling him away.
Denise sees the worried look on your face and rubs your shoulder. "You'll be able to see him after he finishes with the media," she says, heartbroken as well.
You nod sitting back in your seat, while you wait,
After a while, you, Mark, and Denise are sitting on the seats outside with some of the family members of other players when you see Jude. He's wearing the team jacket and shorts with a hat pulled down low.
You get up to hug, and you immediately see his red eyes from crying. "Oh, Jude," you whisper into his ear as he buries his head into your neck.
"You came," he mutters. You can hear the defeat in his voice.
"Of course I came, you did so well out there," you tell him, holding his cheek, making him look at you.
Denise and Mark watch you two, adoring how well you two go together. You both sit down for a while as you all talk about the match. Jude holds back his tears the whole time. Tears start to appear in your eyes as well.
When you all get up to leave, Jude grabs your hand and doesn't let go of it as he says goodbye to his teammates, who give you polite smiles even though you can see the questions in their eyes.
You both walk down to the underground garage with security around the both of you.
"Can you please come back to my hotel with me?" he asks you after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You look at him, surprised. "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable yet," he says quickly after.
"No, no, I am comfortable. You make me feel very safe, actually," you mutter, looking up at him. "I just thought you'd want to be alone after today," you add shrugging.
"I want to be with you, you being here helped me a lot more than you might think," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world
You see the hope in his eyes, which makes you fold immediately. You pull his neck down as you give him two pecks before saying, "Alright, let's go."
You both get in the backseat of the car before it takes off, heading towards the hotel his whole squad is staying in. Jude being the first to get back.
When you get there, you use the underground parking, which is so much better for privacy. You both take the elevator up to his suite, which is absolutely beautiful. You walk towards the floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city taking it in.
You turn around, and he's just watching you from under the brim of his hat with his hands in his pockets. "You are absolutely stunning," he says as you walk towards him.
"Thank you," you blush.
"Are you okay?" you ask him, bringing your hand up to his cheeks, seeing the hurt in his eyes.
"I will be," he tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm just disappointed. It could have been different," he adds.
"You did everything that you could. You all did," you say, trying your best to reassure him.
"Yeah," he leans his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. You both let the silence wrap itself around you, bringing comfort.
"I'm gonna take a shower, join me?" He asks you after a minute.
"It will make me feel better," he whispers into your ear before trailing kisses down your neck.
"Jude..." you whisper, a moan leaving your mouth as you angle your neck, giving him more access.
"Please," he pleads, making you weak, his lips hovering over yours.
"Okay," you manage to get out before his lips land on yours. The kiss getting intense quickly, both of your lips moving in tandem.
You break the kiss to remove his jacket and T-shirt before running your hands down his torso, feeling his muscles tense under your finger tips.
Your hands reach the waistband of his pants, and you crouch down, your eyes never leaving his, tugging them down, leaving him in his underwear.
Jude looks at you with nothing but need and want.
You start clenching around nothing, feeling yourself getting wet in anticipation. Palming his rising erection, making him throw his head back. You start trailing kisses from his v-line up to his neck, then his lips again.
He pulls away, both of you already breathing heavily. He takes a step back, looking at you expectantly.
"Strip for me, pretty girl," He says, making a shiver run down your spine.
You slowly take off your tank top and your jeans, revealing the black lace set underneath.
"Everything," he whispers, kneading his cock through his underwear, making you notice the wet spot on it from his precum.
You take off your underwear feeling the slick between your legs. His eyes travel from your face to your dripping center.
The room is dark, the sun setting illuminating your body. You perfect tits and hips driving him crazy.
"You're so fucking gorgeous baby, fuck... look at what your doing to me," he groans walking up to you cuping your ass before moving his hands down to your thighs picking you up with ease.
He walks into a large bathroom which also has floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. You start unintentionally grinding on his torso, the friction against your clit making you want more.
"Jude..." you let out moaning.
"I want you so bad," you whisper in between kisses
"Yeah?" He says, loving this side of you turning him more even more
"Yes, please Jude," you moan into his ear. He gets you into the shower taking off his boxers and throwing them to the side. Your breath stops seeing how big he is, not that you thought otherwise with the buldge that appeared in his boxers.
You can’t help but ask yourself if he’ll fit.
Right as he's about to start running the water you stop him remembering something. "Wait, I can't get my hair wet," you say embarrassed for breaking the moment.
Jude chuckles, trying to think before thinking of something quickly. He leaves and comes back with a black silk scarf making you raise one of your eyebrows at him.
"It was for one of my outfits," he clarifies laughing.
He hands it to you and you quickly wrap it around your hair leaving out the ends which you can dry later.
Before you know it the water is on and Jude is pushing you against the cold tiles of the large shower. You wrap one of your arms around his neck bringing him closer for a kiss, not getting enough of his lips.
He lifts your leg which you wrap around his leg. You wrap your hands around his cock pumping slowly making him release a moan which makes you go faster wanting to hear more of it.
"Baby if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum," he says breathing heavy.
"What if that's what i want," you say looking up from his cock.
He smirks before picking you up again, you wrap your legs around him as he grabs his cock giving it a few pumps before lining it up with your entrance. He looks into your eye for consent which has you nodding.
"Please put it in," you whine impatiently, before he starts pushing it in making you both moan at the same time.
"Shit baby— you're so tight," He manages to say as you clench around him almost making his knees buckle.
He's filling and streching you up so much, you're surprised to see that he's only halfway in when you look down.
"Fuck, Jude I don't think it’s gonna fit," you breath out while he pushes in.
"It will, just relax for me," he says rubbing your clit, continuing to lift you up with the other arm.
You try to relax, the pleasure your feeling unimaginable and he hasn't even started moving yet. The stretch hurting so good. You notice he starts pushing in further
"There we go, good job princess," he praises, making you clench around him. Which doesn't go unnoticed.
"You like that princess? you like it when I call you a good girl huh?" he asks you making you nod.
"Yes," you respond.
Before you both know it he's fully inside andyou can feel him pulsing deep inside.
He hooks both of his arms under both of your legs spreading your legs wider getting a deeper angle.
He pulls out fully then thrusting himself back in immediately hitting places that have never been reached before.
You wrap your arms around his neck needing something to grab onto. The sounds you’re making clouding his vision.
His trusts getting faster, the sound of skin slapping together and both of your moans filling the room.
"Fuck– Jude," you moan pleasure shooting all over your body
"You like that princess?” he asks looking into your eyes, his trusts not faltering for a second.
“Look at me,” he says seeing your eyes roll to back of your head.
"Yes, yes, yes," you respond automatically
"Do I make you feel good?"
"So so good baby, you're making me feel so good" you manage to make out.
His trusts are so deep and so fast you start clenching around him, digging your nails into his back making him hiss
"Ahh– baby if you keep doing that I'm gonna come," He groans slowing down.
You can't stop, the squelching sounds from the both of you trusting into each other, your g-spot being hit repeatedly. The pleasure starts building fast, feeling it deep inside.
"Jude I'm close," you tell him, your release building up. This makes him start picking up his pace again getting you there faster.
"I know, I can feel it," he says bringing his lips towards yours, his cock pulsing inside you. You bring your hand down to your folds and start rubbing your clit moaning uncontrolably.
"Come on, cum with me pretty girl," He moans sending you over the edge. Both of you releasing at the same time, his trusts slowing down but still hitting your spot.
You ride out your high, both of you catching your breath looking into each others eyes.
“Shit, I didn’t pull out,” he says looking at you
“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, his shoulders dropping in relief. Another wave of comfortable silence hitting you both, the sound of running water in the background.
"Hi," you say getting shy making him chuckle, his smile giving you butterflies.
"Hi," he responds, his eyes never leaving yours.
He slowly sets you down on your feet, holding you by your waist. You pull him into a kiss by grabbing his hair making him groan, your tongues moving in sync before you both break the kiss.
You both end up helping each other shower, Jude holding you up, your legs threatening to give out, your core aching.
He laughs smugly while you hit his chest trying not to break into a smile.
“I’m sorry babygirl,” he whispered kissing your forehead, all the nicknames making you weak.
When you two finally get out, its dark outside, the city lights are shining bright.
He walks out the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist leaving you to use his toiletries. When he comes back he’s holding his Real Madrid jersey and his boxers.
"I think you'll need this, or maybe you want something else?" he asks handing them to you.
"No this is perfect, thank you," you smile, giving him a peck.
After putting it on, you see him looking at you through the mirror, his clothes on you, with your head scarf.
"What?" you ask him, your cheeks heating up from smiling.
"I like this look on you. You look calm," He says wrapping his arms around you, looking at each other in the mirror.
"Thank you," you giggle, not being able to help yourself.
You both fall into a slow rhythm of stolen kisses and touches while getting ready to go to bed. You’re already in bed texting your manager about not coming back to the hotel tonight and looking at all the people going crazy online over you being at the match today.
Pictures of you and Jude holding hands after the game being all over. Most of the comments being unexpectedly nice.
"Omg I can't believe this, my two worlds colliding."
"I'm heartbroken, but they're so hot together."
"Her outfit is so teaa yall, wags are back."
"I just know the get down," that one making you chuckle.
Jude walks out of the bathroom shirtless, his grey sweatpants sitting really low on his waist looking as good as ever. "What's funny," he asks getting in the bed with you, pulling you closer to him.
"I'm just reading comments about us," you tell him setting your phone aside.
"The girls are crying," you add, making him laugh.
"Let them," he whispers, grabbing you chin for a kiss
~A/N: my first time writing smut, kind of nervous and I know I’m late but the match against England and Argentina broke me:(
~Synopsis: Jude convinces singer!reader to come to his game and creates an uproar from devastated fans
~Contents: Jude x black girl, smut, celebrity au, after the Argentina match, nsfw
~A/N: This is little bit longer then I wanted it to be but enjoy
~Words: 3.5k
It's been over a week since you and Jude last met at the restaurant, and the media is going crazy. The paparazzi pictures of you two kissing outside the restaurant were published, and your life is quickly turning upside down. Dating rumors have sparked, and you actually don’t mind it. Not that you would ever admit that.
You already had a lot of eyes on you, but this whole situation just tripled it.
Your phone is blowing up even more than it was before with the pictures from that night, but luckily, you’ve had Jude to get through everything with. Even if it was just through the phone.
You two have been texting and FaceTiming one another every chance you’ve got, which has been every day.
Both of you are in Atlanta, you for an event which has already passed and him for the semifinals against Argentina, and are currently on the phone… again.
“So, am I gonna see you soon?” Jude asks me through the phone. You’ve been on a call for almost an hour now, and you can’t get enough of him.
Everything about him is absolutely intoxicating; his deep voice never fails to soothe and give you butterflies. He came back from training, which you can definitely hear in his voice.
“I mean you could come over to my hotel,” you suggest, lying on your suite's bed on your stomach.
“As tempting as that is, I think you should take my offer,” He persists. Ever since he found out that you would be in Atlanta at the same time as him, he immediately asked you to come to his game.
“I don’t know Jude. After everything, I really don’t want to make anything worse for either of us,” You mutter. You can’t help but feel like everything is moving quickly, and now everyone is sticking their noses in whatever you two got going on.
 Both of your pr managers suggested that you two could do a fake relationship for a few months, which you both declined.
“I hear it, but you wouldn’t be there for people; you’d be there for me,” he says, knowing that would turn you around. You fight to hold back a smile even though he can’t see you. It would be quite nice to watch him play in real life.
“Fine… whatever you’re doing is working.” You both laugh.
“Yeah? What am I doing?” his voice lowers; you can practically hear him smirking.
“You know exactly what,” you respond, mimicking his tone.
Your conversations this past week have consisted of getting to know each other and heavy flirting which always gets your heart racing.
“So that’s a yes?” he asks eagerly
“Yes, Jude I will come to your match,” you sigh in defeat.
“Alright then, I’ll make sure everything is set for you. Ill get a car to fetch you from your hotel and you’ll be in a suite with my parents,” He says casually and my heart nearly stops at that last bit of information.
“Your parents?” release a scream, making him laugh.
“Yeah, I promise they don’t bite,” he says as if that makes things any better.
"You want me to meet your parents?" you ask him.
“Think of it as they just happened to be there,” he says.
“Okay… okay that’s completely fine, I think,” you say, responding to him.
“It’ll be alright, I promise.” he chuckles at your antics.
The call gets cut short after a few minutes when you look at the time and realize its 11pm and Jude needs to get up early tomorrow for his match.
You sprawl out on the giant bed in your robe, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. “This is crazy… I’m crazy,” you whisper to yourself before laughing.
THE NEXT DAY
You wake up, and you’re already reaching for your phone before you can fully open your eyes and realize that you woke up later than you wanted to. Something else that you notice is the message that Jude left for you about three hours ago, making your heart jump.
Jude:
“Good morning beautiful, just letting you know that I’m thinking of you and I hope that you sleep in and get that beauty rest.”
“Message me when you wake up.”
You press your face into the pillow, kicking my feet, giggling like a little girl. As if on cue, a knock comes through the door. Confused get up to open the door, trying to remember if you ordered room service.
When you open the door, one of the staff members stands on the other side. "Good morning,” you say seeing him call someone else, and they hand you a giant bouquet of white roses, making your jaw drop. Forgetting the fact that you haven’t even brushed your teeth.
You thank them then you quickly walk back to your bed putting the flowers down. You read the note and it said:
“I hear that white roses represent new beginnings, and I hope ours is as beautiful as you are–Jude.”
You sit down rereading the note a few times not believing that any of this is real. Jude has constantly gone out of his way to show you how much he’s willing to give and you can’t help but be a little overwhelmed.
You decide to text him before you get ready for the day.
You:
“Good morning. I just got the flowers.”
“I cannot believe that you did this. Thank you.”
You make sure to attach a picture of the flowers. Right as you’re putting your phone down, he responds
Jude:
“It only felt right; I’m glad you liked them.”
“Can’t wait to see you.”
You:
“I can’t wait to see you too.”
After you head for the bathroom to get cleaned up before getting ready to leave, while eating breakfast, you hear a knock coming through the door.
You go to open the door, expecting your manager to come. She walks in, taking in your appearance. "Girl, you look good, definitely looking like a football player's girlfriend," she says, making you laugh.
"We're not together," you respond, finishing your makeup, going for a clean, simple look.
"Not yet, girl, I mean, look at these flowers," she picks up the note making you laugh.
"Are we ready to leave?" You ask her, gathering your things
"Yes, the car is waiting outside and so is the paparazzi," she says matter-of-factly.
"Alright, let's go," You sigh, never getting used to getting followed around.
You walk out, being met by your security already outside your suite. Once you start walking toward the entrance of the hotel, you can already hear the screaming outside as you prepare yourself.
Once you walk out, you're attacked by camera flashes and questions while your security pushes them away.
"What's going on between you and Jude Bellingham?"
"Are you going to watch his game right now?"
"How long have you two been involved?"
"Can you look over here?"
You keep your head down, getting into the car. The car takes off immediately after you get in, your manager staying behind.
When you finally make it to the stadium, the car parks in an underground parking space, and you text Jude and telling him that you've arrived.
You meet a staff member who escorts you to the vip area where you'll be watching the match. When you walk in cautiously, you're met with Jude's parents, who you know to be Mark and Denise.
Denise gets up when she sees you, giving you a kind smile. "Hello, sweetheart. Jude told us he was expecting you." She opens her arms, coming in for a hug.
"Hi, it's so nice to meet you," You say through the nerves. "You're even more beautiful in person," she adds, you smile thanking her.
You start chatting with them when they tell you that Jude is currently getting ready for the match, which explains him not responding to your message. Not that you expected him to, with 30 minutes until kickoff.
Talking to them really makes you realise how they raised a guy like Jude. They’re so wholesome and welcoming.
People are already filling their seats, a sea of red and white for England and blue for Argentina. You're looking around, and that's when you see him, walking out with his team to sing the national anthem.
He looks as good as when you last saw him, maybe even better.
They sing the anthems and start the match, and you're already on the edge of your seat. The camera pans to you during the first half, making people scream louder than they already were.
The odds were looking good for England, especially after they scored the first goal. You couldn't help but look at Jude for the whole match, admiring how good he looks and how focused he is in his element.
Argentina took the lead during the last few minutes, and all you can think about is how much Jude talked to you about finally winning the World Cup for England. You saw how much they all pushed for it, how much he pushed for it.
The last few minutes of extra time absolutely excruciating.
The final whistle blows, and your heart aches for Jude, not being able to imagine how he feels right now.
You see him hold back tears on the big screen, later getting into an altercation with the other team, one of his teammates pulling him away.
Denise sees the worried look on your face and rubs your shoulder. "You'll be able to see him after he finishes with the media," she says, heartbroken as well.
You nod sitting back in your seat, while you wait,
After a while, you, Mark, and Denise are sitting on the seats outside with some of the family members of other players when you see Jude. He's wearing the team jacket and shorts with a hat pulled down low.
You get up to hug, and you immediately see his red eyes from crying. "Oh, Jude," you whisper into his ear as he buries his head into your neck.
"You came," he mutters. You can hear the defeat in his voice.
"Of course I came, you did so well out there," you tell him, holding his cheek, making him look at you.
Denise and Mark watch you two, adoring how well you two go together. You both sit down for a while as you all talk about the match. Jude holds back his tears the whole time. Tears start to appear in your eyes as well.
When you all get up to leave, Jude grabs your hand and doesn't let go of it as he says goodbye to his teammates, who give you polite smiles even though you can see the questions in their eyes.
You both walk down to the underground garage with security around the both of you.
"Can you please come back to my hotel with me?" he asks you after a few minutes of comfortable silence. You look at him, surprised. "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable yet," he says quickly after.
"No, no, I am comfortable. You make me feel very safe, actually," you mutter, looking up at him. "I just thought you'd want to be alone after today," you add shrugging.
"I want to be with you, you being here helped me a lot more than you might think," he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world
You see the hope in his eyes, which makes you fold immediately. You pull his neck down as you give him two pecks before saying, "Alright, let's go."
You both get in the backseat of the car before it takes off, heading towards the hotel his whole squad is staying in. Jude being the first to get back.
When you get there, you use the underground parking, which is so much better for privacy. You both take the elevator up to his suite, which is absolutely beautiful. You walk towards the floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the city taking it in.
You turn around, and he's just watching you from under the brim of his hat with his hands in his pockets. "You are absolutely stunning," he says as you walk towards him.
"Thank you," you blush.
"Are you okay?" you ask him, bringing your hand up to his cheeks, seeing the hurt in his eyes.
"I will be," he tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm just disappointed. It could have been different," he adds.
"You did everything that you could. You all did," you say, trying your best to reassure him.
"Yeah," he leans his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. You both let the silence wrap itself around you, bringing comfort.
"I'm gonna take a shower, join me?" He asks you after a minute.
"It will make me feel better," he whispers into your ear before trailing kisses down your neck.
"Jude..." you whisper, a moan leaving your mouth as you angle your neck, giving him more access.
"Please," he pleads, making you weak, his lips hovering over yours.
"Okay," you manage to get out before his lips land on yours. The kiss getting intense quickly, both of your lips moving in tandem.
You break the kiss to remove his jacket and T-shirt before running your hands down his torso, feeling his muscles tense under your finger tips.
Your hands reach the waistband of his pants, and you crouch down, your eyes never leaving his, tugging them down, leaving him in his underwear.
Jude looks at you with nothing but need and want.
You start clenching around nothing, feeling yourself getting wet in anticipation. Palming his rising erection, making him throw his head back. You start trailing kisses from his v-line up to his neck, then his lips again.
He pulls away, both of you already breathing heavily. He takes a step back, looking at you expectantly.
"Strip for me, pretty girl," He says, making a shiver run down your spine.
You slowly take off your tank top and your jeans, revealing the black lace set underneath.
"Everything," he whispers, kneading his cock through his underwear, making you notice the wet spot on it from his precum.
You take off your underwear feeling the slick between your legs. His eyes travel from your face to your dripping center.
The room is dark, the sun setting illuminating your body. You perfect tits and hips driving him crazy.
"You're so fucking gorgeous baby, fuck... look at what your doing to me," he groans walking up to you cuping your ass before moving his hands down to your thighs picking you up with ease.
He walks into a large bathroom which also has floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. You start unintentionally grinding on his torso, the friction against your clit making you want more.
"Jude..." you let out moaning.
"I want you so bad," you whisper in between kisses
"Yeah?" He says, loving this side of you turning him more even more
"Yes, please Jude," you moan into his ear. He gets you into the shower taking off his boxers and throwing them to the side. Your breath stops seeing how big he is, not that you thought otherwise with the buldge that appeared in his boxers.
You can’t help but ask yourself if he’ll fit.
Right as he's about to start running the water you stop him remembering something. "Wait, I can't get my hair wet," you say embarrassed for breaking the moment.
Jude chuckles, trying to think before thinking of something quickly. He leaves and comes back with a black silk scarf making you raise one of your eyebrows at him.
"It was for one of my outfits," he clarifies laughing.
He hands it to you and you quickly wrap it around your hair leaving out the ends which you can dry later.
Before you know it the water is on and Jude is pushing you against the cold tiles of the large shower. You wrap one of your arms around his neck bringing him closer for a kiss, not getting enough of his lips.
He lifts your leg which you wrap around his leg. You wrap your hands around his cock pumping slowly making him release a moan which makes you go faster wanting to hear more of it.
"Baby if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum," he says breathing heavy.
"What if that's what i want," you say looking up from his cock.
He smirks before picking you up again, you wrap your legs around him as he grabs his cock giving it a few pumps before lining it up with your entrance. He looks into your eye for consent which has you nodding.
"Please put it in," you whine impatiently, before he starts pushing it in making you both moan at the same time.
"Shit baby— you're so tight," He manages to say as you clench around him almost making his knees buckle.
He's filling and streching you up so much, you're surprised to see that he's only halfway in when you look down.
"Fuck, Jude I don't think it’s gonna fit," you breath out while he pushes in.
"It will, just relax for me," he says rubbing your clit, continuing to lift you up with the other arm.
You try to relax, the pleasure your feeling unimaginable and he hasn't even started moving yet. The stretch hurting so good. You notice he starts pushing in further
"There we go, good job princess," he praises, making you clench around him. Which doesn't go unnoticed.
"You like that princess? you like it when I call you a good girl huh?" he asks you making you nod.
"Yes," you respond.
Before you both know it he's fully inside andyou can feel him pulsing deep inside.
He hooks both of his arms under both of your legs spreading your legs wider getting a deeper angle.
He pulls out fully then thrusting himself back in immediately hitting places that have never been reached before.
You wrap your arms around his neck needing something to grab onto. The sounds you’re making clouding his vision.
His trusts getting faster, the sound of skin slapping together and both of your moans filling the room.
"Fuck– Jude," you moan pleasure shooting all over your body
"You like that princess?” he asks looking into your eyes, his trusts not faltering for a second.
“Look at me,” he says seeing your eyes roll to back of your head.
"Yes, yes, yes," you respond automatically
"Do I make you feel good?"
"So so good baby, you're making me feel so good" you manage to make out.
His trusts are so deep and so fast you start clenching around him, digging your nails into his back making him hiss
"Ahh– baby if you keep doing that I'm gonna come," He groans slowing down.
You can't stop, the squelching sounds from the both of you trusting into each other, your g-spot being hit repeatedly. The pleasure starts building fast, feeling it deep inside.
"Jude I'm close," you tell him, your release building up. This makes him start picking up his pace again getting you there faster.
"I know, I can feel it," he says bringing his lips towards yours, his cock pulsing inside you. You bring your hand down to your folds and start rubbing your clit moaning uncontrolably.
"Come on, cum with me pretty girl," He moans sending you over the edge. Both of you releasing at the same time, his trusts slowing down but still hitting your spot.
You ride out your high, both of you catching your breath looking into each others eyes.
“Shit, I didn’t pull out,” he says looking at you
“I’m on the pill,” you tell him, his shoulders dropping in relief. Another wave of comfortable silence hitting you both, the sound of running water in the background.
"Hi," you say getting shy making him chuckle, his smile giving you butterflies.
"Hi," he responds, his eyes never leaving yours.
He slowly sets you down on your feet, holding you by your waist. You pull him into a kiss by grabbing his hair making him groan, your tongues moving in sync before you both break the kiss.
You both end up helping each other shower, Jude holding you up, your legs threatening to give out, your core aching.
He laughs smugly while you hit his chest trying not to break into a smile.
“I’m sorry babygirl,” he whispered kissing your forehead, all the nicknames making you weak.
When you two finally get out, its dark outside, the city lights are shining bright.
He walks out the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist leaving you to use his toiletries. When he comes back he’s holding his Real Madrid jersey and his boxers.
"I think you'll need this, or maybe you want something else?" he asks handing them to you.
"No this is perfect, thank you," you smile, giving him a peck.
After putting it on, you see him looking at you through the mirror, his clothes on you, with your head scarf.
"What?" you ask him, your cheeks heating up from smiling.
"I like this look on you. You look calm," He says wrapping his arms around you, looking at each other in the mirror.
"Thank you," you giggle, not being able to help yourself.
You both fall into a slow rhythm of stolen kisses and touches while getting ready to go to bed. You’re already in bed texting your manager about not coming back to the hotel tonight and looking at all the people going crazy online over you being at the match today.
Pictures of you and Jude holding hands after the game being all over. Most of the comments being unexpectedly nice.
"Omg I can't believe this, my two worlds colliding."
"I'm heartbroken, but they're so hot together."
"Her outfit is so teaa yall, wags are back."
"I just know the get down," that one making you chuckle.
Jude walks out of the bathroom shirtless, his grey sweatpants sitting really low on his waist looking as good as ever. "What's funny," he asks getting in the bed with you, pulling you closer to him.
"I'm just reading comments about us," you tell him setting your phone aside.
"The girls are crying," you add, making him laugh.
"Let them," he whispers, grabbing you chin for a kiss
~A/N: my first time writing smut, kind of nervous and I know I’m late but the match against England and Argentina broke me:(
~Synopsis: When Jude sees an interview of singer! reader saying he’s her crush, but she doesn’t do footballers, he has no choice but to slide in her DMs
~Contents: Celebrity reader, Black girl reader, fluff
~ A/N: First Judde fic, kind of nervous, so I hope you guys like it. Not proofread!
~Words: 2.2k
The first and only time you ever talked about your love life on camera was on Keke Palmer's podcast. You two were in your respective chairs, you with your feet tucked underneath you and both of your heels off.
“Girll you’re so young; it's so hard to believe that you’ve never been in a relationship,” she says, laughing from a previous joke you made.
You laugh as well, bringing the mic closer to you while shifting in your seat. “Well, I’ve just turned twenty-two recently, and with my career, it’s very difficult to find someone who is my speed and understands my lifestyle, you know,” you respond to her as she nods her head, listening attentively.
“mhm I hear it girl, I think focusing on your career is definitely the smart move, but I just have to ask…” She says, her bright energy pouring itself into you. “Oh my god,” you say, preparing yourself for what she’s about to ask.
“Is there anybody that your maybe eyeing, maybe like a crush cause you never girl you never know” She says in a playfully hush tone as if we were gossiping.
This hits you by surprise; you subconsciously think of all the cameras in front of you right now. You release a short sigh as you look down and think about the question. “I can already see people on the internet taking this and running with it, but since we’re being honest…” I say.
“But my crush at the moment would be Jude Bellingham the football player” I say as we both laugh at the same time.
“I don’t know much about football, but I know that that’s a good-looking man,” She says in a semi-scream. “Yeah, he definitely is, but I don’t do footballers, so it's really a shame,” You tell her, shrugging your shoulders.
“That really is a shame cause we’re gonna have to get into that.” She laughs
The interview continues, and the conversation shifts as time goes by.
After the interview, you get out of the building feeling the afternoon sun warming you up as your driver opens the door for you and your team before heading home.
"You know, I was thinking about what you said earlier, about not dating," Your close friend and manager says.
"I think you should take the risk when the time comes," she smiles at you
"I don't know, plus I just haven't met that guy yet," you mutter, looking back at her.
"Oh, he's coming. I can feel it; you deserve someone who'll take care of you." She nudges your shoulder, making you laugh at her dramatics.
You look out the window when you’re mind drifts to what you said, mentioning Jude Bellingham, mentally face-palming yourself.
“Why would I say that?” You say to yourself, dread filling your body.
A WEEK LATER
The podcast episode has been uploaded, and YouTube and everyone and their mother are going crazy. You're being tagged in everything, and people have already started creating edits on it. You sit in your bed scrolling through comments on one of those posts, some of the comments making you laugh, yet some saying that you guys wouldn’t be compatible at all.
You roll your eyes at those
Jude, on the other hand, is lying in bed in his hotel room after winning the game against  Mexico earlier that day. He's scrolling on social media when he starts getting tagged in multiple videos.
“What's all this?” He says to himself as he clicks on one of the videos.
And there you are, sitting on a podcast talking about how he’s your celebrity crush. This makes him sit up immediately, putting his back against the headboard. He can’t lie; this definitely makes him feel good, really good.
He pauses the video and zooms into your face, in complete awe over how beautiful you are. He’s seen you all over social media, and gorgeous is an understatement. Then that’s when you say it: “I don’t do footballers”, you say with a shrug.
He chuckles to himself as disappointment floods him, which surprises him. You two have never even met, and here he is being disappointed about you saying you don’t do footballers.
He spends the next hour and a half watching the ship edits of you guys and stalking your Instagram. Making sure to zoom in for every picture. Going as far as liking the story you posted 3 minutes ago and following you immediately.
He knows it might be suggestive but he doesn’t care.
He switches his phone off, putting it to the side and lying back. He stares at the ceiling, releasing a loud sigh. He can't help but feel a smile creeping onto his face. He feels like a little boy with a crush on someone he could never dream of getting.
Jude has never not gone after something he wants in his entire life and he wont start now, he thinks to himself. Before he can question anything he’s grabbing his phone and sliding in your DMs
judebellingham:
“So you really don’t do ballers?”
He puts his phone to the side not thinking you’d respond.
You’re still in bed, absent-mindedly doomscrolling on your phone when a notification that makes you pause comes in, and it's Jude Bellingham himself.
You click on it a lot faster than you meant to, and his DM pops up. You read the message, which makes you laugh out loud. You shake your head, contemplating whether you should entertain this.
You had watched England win the match against Mexico hours ago, meaning that he’s still in Mexico… probably in bed. “I can’t believe I'm doing this,” I say to myself while I respond to his text.
You:
“Wow, we’re getting right into it, I guess”
“And I really don’t do footballers,” I type, taking a deep breath before hitting send.
Judebellingham:
“Well, that’s a shame, but I feel like I could change that”
You:
“You’re oddly confident”
Judebellingham:
“I’m a confident guy”
“I am you’re crush after all”
You can’t believe arrogance on this guy, you sit back at a loss for words. As if he could see you right now, he writes…
Judebellingham:
“Am I not?”
I can feel the sheer arrogance of his tone
You:
“I’m leaving”
Judebellingham:
“Okay, wait”
“If I’m being honest, I’m just trying to shoot my shot”
You’re taken aback by that because you two have never even spoken before.
judebellingham
"I'll be in Miami for our next match tomorrow. I could fly you out, and we can have dinner"
"If you're open to it"
You don't know what comes over you in that moment, but you think of the conversation you had with your manager on the drive back last week, and maybe this is your chance to go for it.
So, like any person who doesn't fear for their life would.
You:
"Alright"
"I'll come to Miami for a private dinner"
"You better not fuck me over, Jude Bellingham"
You immediately want to chicken out, but it's too late since you've sent the messages already. You end up resorting to throwing your phone to the side of your bed.
"Oh goshhh," you turn, screaming into your pillow.
You think about how crazy people would go if this ever got out. The fangirls are gonna want to take your head; this makes you scream again.
THE NEXT DAY
Later last night, you texted your manager about what happened between you and Jude regarding your plans for today. She, of course, freaked out, but you couldn't turn back now.
Now you're in Miami for the day to meet with Jude Bellingham, which is crazy to think about.
You two decided to meet at a really beautiful family-owned restaurant that you've been to before for privacy reasons, of course. You walk in, being met with slow jazz music and dim lights setting the mood. You walk to the back, and there he is in all his glory.
He looks like a model, something so unattainable that you only get a glimpse of through the screen. His brown skin glows with a red hue under the restaurant lights.
He sees you walking towards him, which makes him stand up to greet you. Once you're in front of him, he breaks out into a nervous smile. You take in his features, and you can't help but smile as well.
"Hi," he mutters
"Hi," you respond, laughing nervously.
He moves aside, allowing you to get into the cozy booth following behind you.
"So... how are you? How was your flight?" he says, crossing his arms, making his biceps more visible. When you lift your eyes to answer, his eyes are already on you. That smirk is gonna be the death of you
"I'm good, just nervous but my flight was good,” I respond mimicking the way he’s looking at you. “you?”
“I’m really good as well, and if it makes you feel any better, I’m quite nervous as well. I've never done anything like this, and it’s just been a long day, you know, with training and all, but we're not here to talk about that. Unless you want to,” he says.
“I feel like I’m rambling,” he laughs looking away then looking back at me with that damn smirk.
“You are, but it’s cute,” seemingly surprising the both of us with that statement.
“You think I’m cute?” He says shifting closer to me
“What suddenly made you ask me out?” I ask him, ignoring his question.
“Uhh, well, you might find this hard to believe, but I’ve always seen you around online, of course, and you’re my crush as well,” he nervously says. "I mean, you are absolutely stunning," he whispers, sending your brain into a spiral.
You look down, not knowing what to say. You've never been good at taking compliments.
"Wow, I didn't expect that, um... thank you," you respond, making you both laugh.
Before he can say anything back, the waitress brings your meals, which confuses you because you hadn't ordered. Seeing the confusion on your face Jude says
"I hope you don't mind, but I decided to order for both of us when I got here. I saw that you really liked that dish in one of your highlights," He clarifies, nodding towards your plate.
You're in awe; you don't even know Jude that well, and he went out of his way to find a dish that you really liked. Even if it came from stalking your Instagram.
"You were stalking me on Instagram?" you say unexpectedly, which makes him laugh. Like really laugh. You don't know why, but you want it to happen again.
"Are you gonna judge me if I say yes?" he smiles.
"I don't know, maybe," you shrug, taking a bite of your food.
The rest of your time together is absolutely perfect. It feels like you two have known each other for ages.
Jude tells you about his childhood in Birmingham and his dreams of playing for Real Madrid coming true.
You talk about your career and your music. The pressure that comes with being in the spotlight, which he completely understands.
Before you know it, you two are being asked to leave the restaurant, which is about to close. You look around and realise that you two are the only two people left.
You grab your phone, and it's 10 p.m. on the dot, meaning you two have been here for 10 hours.
"Time really got away from us, didn't it?" he asks, getting up and holding his hand out for me to take.
We walk out, and the car is already waiting for me outside. We stop in front of the car, facing each other. The street is quiet, filled with small businesses.
"I had a really good time," you tell him, his frame towering over you
"Yeah?" he asks, taking a step closer
"Yeah," you respond, your face heating up.
He's staring into your eyes like he's searching for something.
You feel like you're stuck in a trans, unable to look away. Your eyes drop to his lips, which he sees.
His hand slides on the back of your nape, bringing you closer, making your breath hitch.
"Can I?" his tone was barely above a whisper.
Before you can even think, you're nodding your head.
"Yes," you allow him to slide his arm around your waist, pulling against his body.
You grab onto his bicep as your lips meet, anchoring yourself. It's nothing like you'd ever experienced before. He takes the lead, not rushing it, his lips moving meticulously against yours.
The heat from his body radiates around you, sending you into a whole new orbit.
As you're getting lost in each other, that's when you both hear it.
Multiple clicks of a camera shutter make you both pull apart. Your heart sinks as you see the car across the street with the camera sticking out the window. The car takes off immediately after you two spot it.
Seeing the panic on your face, Jude pulls you aside, opening the car door for you, letting you get in.
"Don't worry about that, okay, it'll be fine. Text me when you make it back to your hotel, alright?" He says, reassuring you
You agree before he shuts the door and the car takes off.
You look back, and you see him get into a car that you didn't even realise was there.
You think about everything that's gonna come from this and how crazy everyone is gonna go over those pictures. You cover your face with your hands, dreading what's to come.
~A/N: Should I turn this into a series or just leave it as a standalone?
~Synopsis: When Virgil van dijk bumps into a woman he can only imagine is from his dreams at an exclusive post match celebration party after winning the prem, he’s thrilled when she makes the first move
~contents: virgirlxblackreader, age gap (7 years older)
A/N: This is my first fic, so please be kind. English is not my first language, but please feel free to give me any positive feedback. Liverpool also just won the prem here
You're sitting in the backseat of a car with your best friend, being driven to the Liverpool celebration party after they just won the league. "I can't believe I'm letting you drag me to this party," you whine, looking over at your long time friend Maya, who has a massive grin on her face. "Girl, come on, think of all the hot ballers that will be there," she responds, and you can't help but shake your head.
You've had a very long day that's been filled with brunch with your mother, shopping with your best friend, and watching Liverpool win the Premier League. You would have loved to watch the match from home, but with your father being the head coach, you just had to go.
"Please, my dad would have a heart attack if I got with one of his boys," I sigh. Not that I mind, though. None of them have really caught my eye, well... none of them except for one that is. The captain, Virgil, was really handcrafted by the universe itself.
Maya turns and looks at me as if I'd just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "You are a grown woman who can get with whoever she wants okayy, and I say you should finally make your move on the captain," she says the last part in a sing-songy way, nudging my shoulder. "I don't know, maybe I will," I say as we arrive at the venue.
On the inside, the music is loud with lights flashing in all directions, everyone celebrating the win from earlier today. The adrenaline from earlier dying down for Virgil as he walks through groups of people congratulating him and fellow teammates patting him on the back.
'I'm too old for this,' he thinks to himself. Only coming to support his team. "30 more minutes," he says to himself. He decides to spend the time talking to two of his teammates when he sees you and your friend walk into the room, his eyes landing on you specifically.
The coach's daughter.
He's seen you a few times here and there at a few games, but that's been it. He's always let his eyes linger on you for longer than he'd like to admit. That brown skin that looked like it was dipped in honey, those thighs when you wear those short skirts and dresses. Always had his imagination running wild.
You walk past him brushing his shoulder and everything seems to slow down as you look at him with those big eyes that make him weak from a distance. Flutter your lashes, saying a quiet apology as you walk towards your friend. “You good mate?” His teammate asks chuckling.
Virgil clears his throat nodding before downing his drink. “I’m gonna head to bar for another before heading out” he nods his head towards the bar before leaving.
You and Maya are sitting in your own section when you spot Virgil making his way towards the bar. You take a moment to appreciate his looks, the fitted T-shirt making his biceps more prominent as he crosses his arms leaning on the counter, his hair in cornrows making him look more delicious then usual.
That’s a fine man.
“Yes he is, and you should go talk to him,” Maya says sipping on her drink. You turn to her horrified , “did I just say that out loud?” You ask face palming yourself. “Yes you did girl, now if you don’t go talk to him I will,” she threatens, knowing that’s what would get you up.
You turn to look back at him when his eyes meet yours again making your heart race. His eyes have been glued on you since you got here, but that’s nothing new. The tension has always been there, lingering between unspoken glances, but it’s always been too risky.
“Okay, fuck it” I say taking a shot for some liquid courage. “Oh don’t worry about me I’ll find my way home” she shouts over the music as I make my way over.
The bartender gives Virgil his drink before he sees you walking right up to him. He looks around and sees that nobody is looking. You walk up and lean against the counter, tilting your head to the side, facing him.
“If it isn’t thee Virgil van Dijk,” you say, which makes him chuckle. His smile lines become more prominent around his eyes and cheeks. "In the flesh," he responds.
"So..." you say, crossing your arms, which lifts your boobs up. You don't miss the slow drag of his eyes from your face to your chest. He doesn't try to hide it either.
"Are you gonna buy me a drink?" you say in a way that makes him shift slightly due to the growing print in his pants.
He waves over the bartender, not forgetting to spare another glance at your tits, which look great with the halter top you decided to wear, if you do say so yourself. "Here I thought that a man like yourself would have a little more respect," your voice just above a whisper.
Virgil had not noticed how much closer you'd gotten. Your elbows were almost touching, yet he felt like his body was gonna burst into flames.
"I normally would, but I don't think you want that right now," his voice lowering as well, sending shivers down your back.
"Maybe, maybe not." You shrug
"Maybe not," he repeats the last part with a smirk, taking a sip of his drink, not breaking eye contact.
When spoiled rich girl!reader meets Dutch captain Virgil van dijk sparks fly almost immediately but there’s only one problem… her fathers the head coach
Fics coming soon…
~ Forbidden
When Virgil bumps into a women he can only imagine is from his dreams at an exclusive post match celebration party, he’s thrilled when she makes the first move
~ Sneaky
Virgil van dijk and spotted leaving hotel with his coaches daughter! One can only assume what they were up to all night
~ Shopping spree
One of the many times Virgil has decided to spoil his beautiful girl with his black card
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