judesbabymamas

[judesbabymamas]

SUNSET KISSES

a/n: you and Jude are attending a wedding in Italy near Lake Como, having the time of your life, celebrating love. Potentially a few hits get dropped by Jude about your future? :) small fyi - it’s been a while since I have written anything so please be mindful and my apologies about being slightly rusty. Hopefully I’ll get back into writing since I miss it dearly. I did not proof read this. reblogs are highly appreciated <3

warnings: none. pure and sickening fluff.

word count: 1395 words

It was a beautiful summer evening. Mid June. The light breeze coming from the Lake Como made your light purple dress flow in the wind, delicately exposing your thigh. It had a light slit on the side, the top half of the dress hugged your curves nicely, it had only one strap, leaving your other shoulder exposed to the setting sun still warmed up the evening. 

You and Jude were at your friends’ wedding reception. The new family decided to get married in Italy since the husband was part Italian. You weren’t complaining though. No one could pass on an opportunity to visit the country of pasta, pizza, aperol spritz and gelato. Now you weren’t alone. Your boyfriend, Jude, tagged along. After all he knew the people who got married too and he wasn’t just your plus one. It felt amazing to have a few days from your everyday routine - this trip allowed you to escape university, whilst Jude had a whole weekend off. That happened rarely. Being here with your boyfriend, celebrating love? Nothing could ruin your weekend.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” suddenly Jude’s voice appeared next to you, pulling you out of your daydream as you dozed off watching the water of Lake Como move. Then you felt a far too familiar arm snake around your waist, pulling you into his side. Jude wore a black suit with a white button up. Classy but boy did he look handsome and you loved your man in clothes like this. They fit him like a glove. 

A small hum bubbled past your lips agreeing with Jude as you glanced over at him. “Thanks for com-“ but Jude cut you off by shaking his head and letting a small chuckle bubble past his plump lips.

“Don’t thank me. I am not tired to travel with you and spend time with you. I am having fun here with you and you’ve got nothing to worry about.” he reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin.

Before coming there you were slightly worried, that you were ‘forcing’ Jude to go with you. In your head he was tired and he probably should’ve spent those free days resting at home. It already killed you seeing him constantly wrapped up in his shoulder brace. Of course you wanted him to come but you also cared about Jude’s well-being.

“Alright, alright… I’m just happy we are here.” You sighed softly and nudged his jaw gently with your nose. 

Eventually the two of you wandered back to the party where everyone else was laughing, dancing, talking, drinking. No cameras besides the ones focused on the bride and the groom, no paparazzi. An opportunity to let lose and relax for you and Jude. As you grabbed a champagne glass and brought it to your lips, you felt Jude’s hand drag you onto the dance floor. A small gasp left your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. 

“Jude, I nearly spilled the champagne all over me.” You grumbled whilst your boyfriend only grinned at you and took the champagne glass from you.

“Sorry, but it didn’t spill and we have to dance to this song.” He said cheekily, as ‘Unwritten’ by Natasha Bedingfield echoed through the garden. 

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the sight of your clearly slightly tipsy boyfriend. His blazer was long gone by now laying near your table, the few top buttons of his shirt were undone, his lips looking plump and delicious as always and his eyes were slightly glossy what made it look like they sparkled.

“We watched ‘Anyone but You’ once and it was a hoooooorrible movie.” You giggled whilst Jude only mocked you and twirled you, before pulling you into his chest. 

“Let me have my moment, woman. Just dance with me.” Your boyfriend teased and lowered his head to playfully bite your cheek which made you squirm in his hold and blush.

Jude’s arm tightened around you as the two of you danced like two fools, singing along to a very cheesy song whilst people around you did the exact same. 

“Don’t you think we are kind of like Bae and Ben right now? Dancing at our friends’ wedding?” Jude asked, trying to hold back his laugh. Now this question made you snort out a laugh before you pulled him lower by the collar of his shirt and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Jude obviously returned that, letting his fingertips squeeze your waist. Suddenly you felt him smile against your lips like an absolute idiot.

“What was that for?” He asked quietly now, so only you could hear, even though no one could possibly hear the two of you over the music.

“I’d like to think that this is a Y/n and Jude moment. Not Bea and Ben. Make it ours.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking Jude’s lips one more time. 

Jude’s brown eyes watched you as you spoke, whilst the two of you kept on moving to the music. 

“You are so cheesy.” Your boyfriend commented which made you squeeze the back of his neck.

“Look who is talking. I am not the one who dragged me on the dance floor to dance to ‘Unwritten’ and pretty much cited one of the worst movies of this decade.” You shot back playfully.

“Feisty. I like that.” Jude snickered and sneakily gave your butt a light slap.

“Jude!” You whisper-yelled. “People are here!” You slightly glared at your boyfriend, not wanting to seem inappropriate. Now Jude cut your small protests off by kissing you. Slowly and lovingly. Keeping you close and not letting you move away from him. Watching his friends get married made him feel warm on the inside. It made him fall in love with you all over again during this trip. And that gave him ideas of his own. He wanted to marry you. He wanted to be a family with you, he wanted to travel the world with you and tell everyone that you were his wife. His forever.

“Shhhh… No one cares. Everyone is too focused on themselves, plus they only care about the bride and the groom. No offence.” The brown eyed boy joked. 

“None taken.” You smiled against his lips and slightly pulled back looking up at him. 

“I love you… So so much.” Jude sighed and moved the two of you off the dance floor to a more private corner, away from the people. His warm large hand rested on the side of your face, his thumb gracefully tracing your cheek bone and then lower lip, before pulling it back. 

“I love you too… So so much. You know that, love.” You said softly, almost scared to ruin this delicate and sweet moment. 

Jude’s piercing eyes watched you for a moment before he sucked in a breath, his chest rising and falling, almost like he got the courage to say what he was about to say.

“You know…” he trailed off and glanced at the bride and groom sitting at their table and giggling like two high schooler in love. “This could be us one day…” your boyfriend said gently then glanced back down at you. 

You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Jude, but you haven’t talked about marriage just yet. You froze for a moment watching your friends. You could feel Jude’s eyes on you, trying to ready you and figure out what was brewing in that mind of yours. 

“You’d like that?” You asked softly and finally met your boyfriend’s gaze. Jude didn’t even blink before he nodded. “What about you?” He asked after a small pause. 

You exhaled shakily and bit the inside of your cheek. The answer was yes. Obviously. But you were slightly scared for some reason. Maybe because back when you were a little girl you didn’t think it was actually possible to live the fairy tale and live happily ever after? 

“I’d love that.. Not next week or month but I’d love that, Jude.” You finally answered which made your boyfriend grin and kiss you like you were his air and his life. And god. In all honesty? You were Jude’s air, life and hope. He loved you. More than anyone else in the world. 

#this is everything i need #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

Do you write for Jude x m!reader?

I don’t write at all sorry lovely <3

I just have a ton of ideas that I blurt out occasionally

[judesbabymamas]

Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻

jealousy | jude bellingham

obsessed with this concept already !!

summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it

warnings: none

word count: 738

a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3

you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.

“someone dm you.” he says.

his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.

“who?”

“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.

“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.

jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.

“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.

“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.

when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.

some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.

he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.

“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.

you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.

“sure.” you say.

he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.

when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.

“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.

“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.

“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.

“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”

“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”

jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.

#jealous jude is amazing #especially healthy jealousy #like yes he has the right to be possessive of his woman #i’d be posting him non stop #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

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#big beefy trent WITH locs #oh he was everything to me #trent alexander arnold #taa66 #trent thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

something small and silly based on this

go easy on me i haven’t written in months idk what im doing

your brother's best friend was studiously trying to ignore you as you perched on the kitchen counter, his attention darting over anything that wasn't your bare legs or glossy lips. the quick clench of his jaw made it obvious that his efforts were in vain because jude didn't need to look at you for his heart to thud or his skin to heat, just the fact you were in the room was enough to make his head spin. his reaction to you was addictive and playing with him was more entertaining than anything else you could have planned for the afternoon.

"why're you lazing around in your knickers?" your brother's voice was laced with disdain, his face scrunched in disgust when he entered the kitchen behind jude. at the mention of your underwear jude glanced sideways at you from his spot by the fridge, dark eyes drinking in the yellow bikini you were sporting and you knew he was replaying all the dirty things he'd done to you in it only days before. he blinked slowly as though mesmerised by the material and the way it clung to your skin, still damp and glistening from the pool.

"it's hot." was all you said, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug as you leant back on one hand, the move pushing your boobs a little further out and causing an awkward cough to splutter in jude's throat. it had you smirking, beyond happy knowing you were making him squirm and knowing the more you taunted him in front of his best friend the more likely he was to make you pay when he got you alone.

"well, you’re an eyesore." you rolled your eyes at the insult, bringing the ice lolly you'd previously been sucking on back up to your lips and watched the two boys root through the fridge. "y'might wanna clear off by the way, the rest of the lads are coming over and none of them want to see you like that."

"the only reason your pig headed friends spend any time over here is because they get to see me." you pointed out, tongue darting out to lick the very bottom of the lolly to save the juice threatening to drip over your fingers.

jude, bottle of water tipped halfway towards his lips, narrowed his eyes at you, brows tugging together in an unimpressed scowl that made your tummy dip. you weren't sure if it was a reaction to the comment that his friends were always leering at you or the suggestive way you were mouthing at the icy goodness in your hand but you enjoyed it either way.

while your brother's head was still stuck firmly in the fridge, jude finally let himself admire your half naked body and the heat of his gaze almost felt like the soft drag of his fingertips when he touched you. it made you shiver, a full body tremor that scattered goosebumps over your arms and legs and awakened the soft tug below your bellybutton that you only ever felt around this boy. you shifted a little atop the counter, squeezed your thighs together to dull the sudden ache and watched jude's lips tip upwards, his eyebrows rising in smug satisfaction.

this was suddenly a two player game and there was no way you were letting him win.

"it's nauseating how full of yourself you are." your brother grumbled, throwing a glare at you over his shoulder as he pulled cans and snacks from the fridge, setting them down on the counter next to him before crouching to raid the freezer. jude remained leaning against the counter directly opposite you, not once letting his gaze stray from yours now the other boy was preoccupied.

"if i was full of something, trust me, it wouldn't be myself." you drawled, lighting up when jude gave a soft laugh and shake of his head, mumbling a quiet "jesus christ" that was almost drowned out by your brother's groans of discomfort.

"for once in your life shut the fuck up." he complained, voice a little muffled behind the freezer door. you had no reply to that, too focused on the way jude was watching you, eyes sparkling with unfiltered lust and that usual sprinkle of mischief. you cocked your head to the side and swung your legs out a little, heart thumping unsteadily in your chest when he threw you a lopsided grin.

there was an obvious thrum of energy between you and you hated knowing you'd have to wait until later that night when your brother had fallen asleep before you could have any sort of alone time with him. sneaking around was fun and exciting until you were overcome with the need to kiss him but could do nothing about it. with your brother busy pulling bottles and bbq ingredients from the freezer you took the few moments his back was turned to play with his best friend, to make sure that when he crawled into your bed later that night it was only with the intention of ruining you.

the ice lolly you were sucking softly on was starting to drip over your fingers, red liquid trailing slowly over your skin but you made absolutely no effort to lick it clean just yet. instead you kept your eyes locked on jude's, let it trickle over your fingers before landing on your chest and sliding between the valley of your boobs. for a couple of seconds you simply let it roll over your too hot skin, hyper aware of the other boys gaze following the slow movement, pupils blowing wide as he took in the soft heave of your tits when you drew in a breath.

brown eyes snapped back up to your face, latched onto the playfully innocent smile you'd slapped on your lips as you tried not to laugh and whispered a quiet "oops" that caused jude's jaw to tick. with your gazes locked you used a finger to swipe over the sticky liquid, clearing it as best you could before bringing the same finger up to your lips and sucking it clean, tongue sliding over the skin as though it was jude's finger you were suckling on. you were making a show of it, revelling in the sharp rise and fall of jude's chest, of the dark look on his face and the slight flare of his nostrils.

slowly letting your finger go you flashed another grin, batted your lashes and went back to licking at the ice lolly, knowing fine well the boy opposite you was seconds away from having a meltdown. he narrowed his eyes, hand dropping to adjust his shorts in a way that made your skin flush with heat, a sudden giggle threatening to bubble up your throat.

"behave yourself." despite the fact jude only mouthed the words the air of dominance was obvious, the threat hidden behind his eyes forcing you to, once again, press your thighs together to ease some of the pressure. you swallowed thickly, ran your tongue over your bottom lip to taste the last bit of the strawberry flavour.

“make me.” you challenged silently, staring at him head on as you tried not to show just how badly you wanted him to make you. you were painfully aware of the wet patch that had bloomed at the centre of your bikini bottoms and even more aware of your brother as he finally started to rise from his crouch at the freezer.

the pulse in jude’s neck thrummed, half begging you to drag your tongue across it, to sink your teeth into the soft skin and leave marks that claimed him as yours. instead you arched a single brow before hopping down off the counter, dropping your now used lolly stick into the bin as you headed for the door.

“keep your dogs away from my bedroom.” you warned your brother, knocking your hand against the back of his head when you passed, using that same hand to playing pat jude’s cheek before his best friend could turn around. “see ya later, bellingham.”

you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back, or more likely your arse, as you walked away from him and knew he wasn’t paying any attention to your brother’s ramblings about the plans for the afternoon. a satisfied smirk was settled on your lips because you’d gotten what you wanted.

you’d barely made it to your bedroom door when two large hands caught you by the waist, hard chest flush to your back, hips pressed forward so you could feel just how worked up your little show had gotten your boyfriend. a hot kiss was settled against the curve of your jaw as the two of you half stumbled through your bedroom door, jude using his strength and grip on you to push it shut and pin you against it within seconds.

“always so fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?” he mumbled, fingers skimming your stomach before he let them slide between your legs, pressing lightly over your clit through the thin material of your bikini bottoms until you gasped and arched into him. “now be a good girl and stay quiet f’me and i’ll give you exactly what you wanted.”

#why did i scream out loud #this is my new favourite fic #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

I can’t believe not a single person has written something centred around his praise kink, the opportunity is right there people!

His reaction to the “good boy” oh Jude Bellingham I know what you are!

#being his reporter girlfriend and purposefully teasing him because you know it’ll rile him up #OR #seeing this clip and waiting for him to come home so you can tease and praise him even more #jude just deserves all the praises #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude bellingham smut #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

JUDEEEEE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK

[judesbabymamas]

THIS MAN IS LITERALLY INSANE LIKE DICK ME DOWN ALREADY??!

#he’s making it clear to y’all #ITS HUGE #he’s so filthy i need him rn #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

Who are you? - Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: Reader is a sports journalist at TNT Sports for a few months. In a post match interview, another interviewer criticises reader and Jude springs to defend her. Inspired by that clip of Lando Norris 🤍

A/n: requests are open while I have the motivation + check out my masterlist

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The match had just ended. Real Madrid and Manchester City both with one goal each, Madrid winning on penalties.

The atmosphere in the Etihad louder than normal, the city fans quieter than the away fans like they normally are in Premier League games.

The Madridistas sounded like they were having a party in their end, music playing, crowds screaming and chanting as the players were celebrating alongside them.

You were down pitch side having been moved their from the media box during the penalty shootout.

There were about ten journalists, including yourself, all with official lanyards, notebooks, your questions you’d prepared for every player as you still didn’t know who you were to interview.

You were overall in a good mood, but the nerves were eating at you. It was your first sports journalism job since you got the apprenticeship with TNT sports during the Champions League. You weren’t supposed to be the one interviewing, you were just supposed to shadow someone from the company but they were ill and no one else was available to do it. So to say the pressure is on, is no exaggeration.

These nerves only worsened when you realised the other nine journalists were male, old and all stood a few metres away in a little group.

You felt like you were back in school with all their little whispers and glances at you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about how pathetic they were as grown men leaving out a young woman.

If you weren’t in an apprenticeship and you weren’t professional, you would’ve said something, but you told yourself to bite your tongue.

You decided to take the time you had by yourself to read over your questions and review your notes on the match seeing if there’s anything you need to change.

After a few minutes and floods of city fans exiting the stadium, a member of the stadium team comes over to you.

“You’ll be interviewing Jude Bellingham first, but that’s the only interview we can give you today I’m afraid.” The older man says to you sweetly.

“Okay, no worries. How long?” You smile.

“The interview will be in a few minutes after they get the media set up ready and keep it between 2-3 minutes please” he says before walking away and going over to the group of the other journalists, all looking over at you.

You smile and wave at them sarcastically, in response to their hostile glances. You said you’d be profession, not that you wouldn’t be petty.

You head over the the edge of the pitch, set up with a board of all the sponsors logos and a huge camera a metre or two in front of it, there are wires all over the floor leading to a generator behind the barricades at the edge of the pitch.

“Y/n y/l/n?” The engineers ask your name.

“That’s me” you affirm while holding up your lanyard with proof.

“Here’s your microphone” the lady says while handing a mic to you with TNT sports on it.

“Thank you” you reply with a smile and take the microphone in your hand, placing everything but your questions for Jude on the floor by the media set up.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to interview Jude, you weren’t blind and from previous interviews you’d watched, he gives good answers.

You read over your questions one last time before you see a talk figure heading your way.

“Rolling in one minute” an engineer says as you meet Jude’s eye.

He grabs the other microphone from the engineer and takes his place between the camera and the sponsor board.

He looks at you, a hint of curiosity in his eye.

“I’ve not seen you before. I’m Jude” he says and holds his hand out for you to shake. You smile in return before reaching your hand out and making contact with his.

You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze and your hands stay enclosed for a few seconds before you realise you still haven’t said your name.

“Oh, I’m y/n y/L/n. I’m on an apprenticeship currently, my first interview. It’s nice to meet you” you explain as he lets go of your hand, slightly laughing at you.

“Yeah, you too” he smiles.

“Well played today” you say, hating awkward silences.

“Thank you, it was a good game” he seems very attentive and engaged in whatever you had to say, something you hadn’t seen with other players and interviewers. It was nice to feel heard in an industry where women are often hushed.

“Okay, whenever your ready” the interviewer says, and in an instant, your nervous demeanour switched to one solely of professionalism, something Jude noticed and was largely intrigued by.

“Hi, Jude. So, you’ve had a bit of time to reflect on the match now. Hod do you feel about the team’s overall performance?” You ask him.

He nods during your question, absorbing every word you say.

“Yeah, I think the team put a good shift in overall. Manchester City is a difficult team to play against, you know when you think you’re through on goal you’ve got more defenders running at you. So in a goal scoring sense, we probably good have done better and not miss so many chances but defensively I think we were quite strong.” He says, it’s interesting how his maturer personality comes out during interviews as opposed to his boyish persona beforehand.

“Other than their goal, of course.” He slightly smiles, like feeling much better about it in hindsight than he did during the moment.

“Sure” you politely laugh at his joke, “as a result of that goal, obviously, it ended up going to penalties, how confident were you going into that?”

He purses his lips as he thinks about his answer, his eyes wondering around the crowd of Madridistas behind you.

“I had no doubt that we had some incredible penalty takers. Experienced ones as well with good heads on them so in terms of our capabilities, I was confident. On the other hand, we were against City, a team with various goal scorers and arguably one of the best keepers in the world at the moment so of course we couldn’t underestimate them.” He nods at you.

“Okay, thank you, Jude. One more question before I have to go, going into the Semi-final, you’re playing against Bayern Munich, a side which you’re largely familiar playing against of course. You’re main rivals last season at Dortmund. Is there anything you picked up on in your performance tonight that you know Bayern will capitalise on if repeated?” You ask, one thing you always pride yourself on is how in depth your research is before an interview, the person you’re shadowing has taken a few of your questions during your apprenticeship.

Jude seems impressed as the corners of his eyes crinkle slightly in a smile.

“You ask the best questions, they’re making me have to think” he says with a laugh.

Before you can thank him, a rough and deep voice startles you from behind, “no she doesn’t”

You turn your head to see one of the other journalists, your heart starts to beat quicker and the nerves kick back in. You start to think you need to defend yourself but you can’t find the words, shocked at how rude he was.

“Sorry, who are you?” Jude looks past you and says the man, his face scrunched up in anger, he can’t even fathom how someone could be so rude and have no shame about it.

You turn to Jude to look at him, his posture and body language changing to a defensive one. You silently thank him as the man retreats, his fave dropping as he senses no humour in Jude’s tone.

Jude glares at him for a little bit longer before turning back to you with concern in his eyes.

“Are you alright? I meant what I said” he tells you and you smile before nodding.

“Reckon I could get an answer to that question?” You ask, poking fun at the altercation.

“Yeah sure” he laughs with you.

“I think if we aren’t more clinical in front of goal then Bayern can obviously punish us with that now they have Harry Kane up front” he replies and you nod, agreeing with him.

“Perfect, thank you so much.” You say smiling at him before the camera is cut.

“Okay, this way please” the engineer says to you, ushering you away from the media spot.

You follow her, smiling one last time at Jude before heading towards the exit.

“Wait” you hear Jude call from behind you, you stop in your tracks and slowly turn around.

“Jude, you need to do another interview” the engineer calls to him as he jogs over to you.

“I don’t want to have one with him anyway” he replies back, referencing the man that insulted you.

You laugh at him as he finally reaches you.

“Can i have your instagram please?” He asks, he seems shy now and you have to bite your lip so as to not smile.

“Instagram?” You tease him.

“My mum doesn’t let me give people my number, only family and friends can have it” he says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“My username is just my name” you say before you turn to walk away.

“Okay! Look out for my follow” he shouts as he runs back to the media set up.

The both of you are left with a smile on your face and a warm feeling in your stomach.

#this is so sweet #we love protective jude #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

we’re never going to get any uncle trent content i hate this, just something with him and aura that’s all i would like to see

#uncle trent would get my ovaries working overtime again #maybe it’s better to not have that visual #trent alexander arnold #taa66 #trent thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

could you please write thigh riding with jude but like he’s cocky mean about it if that makes sense🤭

minors dni! this is a 18+ post!

thigh riding to me is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 especially on his thighs, like hello?!?! it should be illegal.

maybe it was ‘date’ night, and you guys decided to have dinner and explore the city with some of his teammates and their wife’s to build bonds and get to know each other more. you wanted to look cute and casual, but also not freeze your ass off, so you decided to wear black tights with high heels, and a simple all black outfit similar to his.

the tights you were wearing were sending and driving jude crazy, making him unable to look away and send chills down his spine. he didn’t know if you were doing this to tease him or simply bc it was your outfit, but he wasn’t complaining. often finding himself running his hand on your thigh and calves.

it doesn’t matter where the two of you are, but jude will have you on his lap no matter what. he was protective and super jealous if any man tried to get near you. but when chatting with his teammates and their wives you find yourself shifting a bit due to it being warmer in the room, jude clenching his jaw and fluttering his eyes closed.

a hand wrapped around your front to stop you, hearing as jude whispered gently into your ear, “keep moving around my lap and i’ll cum in my pants, y/n… these tights baby… make you look so fucking good, so sexy, but all for me right?” when your cheeks burned hot at his confession you simply nodded and tried to get off of him but he tsked and shook his head.

“don’t you dare, we’re leaving soon.”

you tried to focus on what they were saying but you could feel his hot cock beneath you pulse and get harder by the second, refusing to shift or make a small movement even if to others it looked like you were uncomfortable. his fingertips kept running along the thin black fabric, noticing how he spelled his name out and drew small shapes.

by this point you were completely soaked, wanting nothing more to leave and go to his home. when you got there you didn’t say anything, slightly embarrassed and shy at what you made him do. it wasn’t your intention but the way his hooded eyes stared into yours as he walked to you, you couldn’t resist any longer.

your hands went to find their usual spot around his shoulders but he stopped you, pinning you to the wall, and feeling as he placed a wet kiss on your neck and then blew air, making you shiver and bite your lip, “i want to hear you. or else i’m not letting you cum… understand?”

he carried you over to the couch in front of your bed, making you gasp and hold onto his broad shoulders. you felt him place you down, watching as he slowly removed every piece of clothing besides his white calvin’s. “gonna treat you right, drive you outta your mind okay?”

you wanted to ride him, feel him stretch you out as you sunk deeper, but his intentions were the complete opposite. “take your clothes off for me…” he said leaning back and rubbing his fingers over his stubble. you watched as his abs clenched in, his cock erected hard over the white material.

your hair sat loosely on your shoulders, as you went to reach behind you to remove your bra but he shook his head, instead patting his right thigh, you still in your bra and underwear, also the black tights. you hovered for a second before feeling as jude ripped the thin black tights material where you were completely dripping.

he moved your underwear to the side, and slapped your ass, soothing it right after with his hand, cooing at how quick you were to let a moan out for him. “come on baby, if you want to cum, sit on my thigh…” he says kissing along your boobs and then jawline.

your back arched and let out a loud gasp when your wet cunt made contact with his cold thigh. jude threw his head back, feeling how warm and wet you were for him. he held your ass with one hand as the other one guided your chin to kiss him sloppy. “holy shit,” he stuttered, as you began to move up and down his thigh, you letting small whimpers of pleasure out while biting your lip.

“move slowly… i want you to feel it…” jude states, forcing you to make eye contact with him, as you obey to his words. your hips make slow and rhythmic movements on his thigh, paying attention to the way he would close his eyes and his mouth slightly open.

you let out small pants, wanting to go faster but he would stop you, completely sitting you on his thigh and forcing your building orgasm to stop. “i want you to be louder, no one is here with us. i want to hear how good my thigh makes you feel, y/n,” he’d remind you, your underwear now back in place, but he would sneak his hand inside the material, and tug it up gently to where it would press against your clit.

you shivered at the feeling, your clit fully being touched and rubbed, your head resting into his shoulder, “please jude… i’ve been a good girl… please i want to cum…” you’d beg, but he would cocky laugh and press you back down a bit rough, being careful to not hurt you. he was being mean, not letting you cum when he felt you come near your high.

“you can move faster… i wanna feel you cum all over me…” jude stayed to which you quickly replied by shifting your hips back and forth faster, your moans loud as he instructed. your heart kept beating, your cheeks flushed as you watched his facial expressions as you continued to ride his thigh. you looked down at where your slick and wet pussy was riding his thigh, whimpering when his certain vein that always showed when he played or wore shorts, was fully popped out.

“there we go… just like that baby… you’re gonna make me cum too just by looking at you ride my thigh like a good girl… holy fuck…” he growled and came up from his laid down position to fully making contact with your clothed chest. he reached over and removed your bra, sinking his mouth on your hard nipple, feeling every flick and suck.

“just like that baby… keep going just like that,” he tugged on your underwear just a bit tighter, making you shiver and shake around his thick thigh… “fuck jude please keep doing that…” you whined, kissing over his collarbone and neck.

“ohh shit-” he’d let out a few other curses as he came around nothing, feeling you wiggle around him as you had fully reached your high. leaving small kisses on your face and then a long passionate kiss on your lips. “wear tights like that again, and i’ll bend you over, i don’t care where we are…”’

(i hope this was good anon, still kinda new to writing smut 😣😵‍💫)

#thinking about this again #still drives me insane #the mention of that specific vein omg #jude thoughts #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude bellingham smut

[judesbabymamas]

TINGLY jude bellingham

summary: jude has his first experience with lip-plumping lipgloss.

pairing: jude bellingham x f!reader

warnings: none, repost from my old blog.

word count: 0.3k

"right, i'm about to put the dinner on," you say, walking into your's and jude's shared open-plan living room and kitchen, after just dressing down in your comfy clothes. also opting for one of your lip-plumping lip glosses, as it was the only one you could find.

jude was sitting on the sofa, watching a football match on tv. he turned around to look at you with a smile on his face. "c'mere first," he said, gesturing for you to come over to him.

you walk over, and he points to his lips, clearly wanting a kiss. you lean down, pressing multiple kisses to his lips, giggling against them, when he cups your cheek, pulling you down for more. "i really have to go and make dinner, jude."

"okay," he says, pulling away reluctantly, and turning back towards the tv screen.

you finally head into the kitchen to start your dinner. it hadn't even been five minutes when you heard jude make a noise from the living room. "hey, what's wrong?" you say, slight panic in your voice, because it sounds like he's in pain.

he comes over to you, touching his lips. "something is happening to my mouth, y/n. it's all tingly, i think i'm having an allergic reaction to something, please help!" he goes over to the sink, trying to rinse whatever was happening off of his mouth.

you immediately start laughing, knowing what has happened straight away.

jude turns to you, however, not so pleased at your reaction. "why are you laughing, i could be dying over here!"

"jude, jude, you're okay, i promise. it is because of me."

"i'm allergic to you," he says, his eyes wide in panic.

"no, no, i just have lip plumping lip gloss on that's all. it makes your lips tingle to plump them up a little bit, some must have rubbed off on you when you kissed me earlier."

"oh," he says, dragging out the word. "so i'm not dying?"

"no, you're not dying. you're just being a tad over dramatic is all." you giggle. jude leans down, wiping the lip gloss off of your lips with his hoodie sleeve before kissing you again.

#jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

A two minute video of Trent speaking turns into twenty minutes for me

I always end up staring at his lips and losing track of what he’s saying so there’s a lot of rewinding

#pretty boy with pretty lips #trent alexander arnold #taa66 #trent thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

dialogue 7 and trope 16 (Secret Relationship) with jude please

also congratulations on 300 followers my lovely, you deserve even more!! <3

Thank u sm for the lovely words i hope you enjoy <333

"ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad

Secret Relationship

word count. - 600+

watch it - Jude is clingy and does NAWT care

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"Ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad.” Jude smiles, leaning into your space as you back hits the wall. He stares at you, gaze trailing shamelessly down to your lips where he lingers there for a moment. He inches closer, so much so that you can smell the body wash on him. Minty fresh. Dear god.

You look around the hallway that you’re both in, eyes wide,“Yeah but not here.” You hiss, pushing him aside and walking away briskly.

He pouts, chasing after you. Pet names and pleas on his lips.

Ever since he landed in Madrid his sights have been on you. You were so kind and welcoming. So sweet. But timid. He thought you were afraid of him at first, if not wary.

Quick to duck out of the way when your paths crossed and never once starting a conversation. Turns out you just had a crush and didn’t know how to deal with it. And the rest is history.

After much pleading, begging, promising, and much compromising, he has you more or less.

Sure you can’t kiss him in public, hell you can’t even go out together, but he's yours and you're just as much his.

The media would tear him apart for having a regular girlfriend imagine if they found out he was with a staff member. You wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Besides, he likes to keep you all to himself. Just for his eyes.

And you want to keep out of the public eye at all costs so it works out.

It’s nearly empty around the training facilities today, it's why you popped in where you know he lingers around to say hi. He has other plans, obviously.

Unable to keep his hands to himself and begging for kisses. There’s cameras all over the place, you would know. You monitor half of them yourself.

You turn a corner to a dimly lit corridor lined with contraction supplies at each bend and twist. It leads to a storage closet, and you know the cameras don’t reach back here.

Jude follows, squinting as he has to duck under a few wooden boards and shooing away spider webs. Plums of dust curl around him but he follows. Even if he's in nothing but a white wife beater, shorts and slides. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you wanted. Just lead him.

You lean against a tall cardboard box, you think it's filled with steel beams but what do you know.

He reaches you soon enough, opening a hand out and you gladly take it.

”Where in the world did you take me?” He looks around.

”Super secret hideout.” You nod.

”Do I get a kiss now?” He tries, eyes wide.

You pull him closer to you, “mhm.”

He leans down, gently bringing his hands to cup your face, setting a soft kiss to your lips. And another, and another and another till you’re a giggling mess.

“Want to come over for dinner later? Mom wants to make you your favorite.” He mumbles against your lips, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

You eyes shine, “really? That’s so sweet of course I’ll come.”

peck, “perfect,” peck. Peck. Peck.

You say your goodbyes, and he pouts the whole way. But you kiss promises into his skin and he perks up. Excited to have you for dinner.

What a man. You can’t wait to see Denise. She’s so sweet to you. Jude is a bonus you suppose (you love him so so much).

#a new fic to obsess over #no but this is everything i envisioned and more #the fluff is just so 🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 #jude is so boyfriend coded #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

Hope you're fine. I'm really hoping jude get back on his form for this week ucl leg. This dodgy team can't keep winning like that.

I’m great tysm I hope you’re good too <33

I think Jude and the entire team actually needed that wakeup call after the last game against that team, I’ll be praying my hardest that Madrid win

I can’t see them win another treble no way

#jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

He’s just a baby 🥹

#pretty boy i love u #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude thoughts

[judesbabymamas]

camera man deserves the best head for giving us this

🫣

#trent alexander arnold #taa66 #trent thoughts