Kat's Commentary: Hii everyone, this is my first time posting on tumblr, I usually just post my fanfics straight to AO3 but I wrote this one for my Jude obsessed friend and she insisted that I cross posted here. I'm unsure of how exactly to format but I'll get better at it the more I use the app.
Pairing: bf! Jude Bellingham x Reader
Summary: After England suffers a devastating defeat, Jude Bellingham wants only one thing: you.
What begins as an attempt to comfort your heartbroken boyfriend soon shifts into something far more intense as grief, exhaustion and need follow you back to your hotel room. Beneath Jude’s confidence and teasing smile is a man desperate for reassurance....and tonight, he has no intention of hiding just how much he needs you.
Tags: Smut MDNI, Blow Job, Oral Sex, Reader lowkey has a bush kink for Jude, Tired but Horny Jude, Soft Dom Jude, He loves eating Reader's Cunt, Dirty Talk, Slight Possessive Talk, Jude just wants some comfort from his sexy girlfriend, He took a post game shower at the stadium... remember that.
July 15, 2026 - Atlanta Stadium
That was the score blazing from the enormous screen overhead, casting a cold glow over the stadium’s vast expanse.
In another reality, you would have been celebrating, jumping in the stands, your voice hoarse from singing your country’s national anthem with pride. But that wasn’t your reality tonight.
That reality belonged to the other side of the stadium.
Argentinian flags waved triumphantly through the air, their light blue and white almost mocking the red-and-white flag hanging limply from your trembling hands.
You scanned the emerald expanse of the pitch, your eyes cutting through the chaos until they locked onto the number twenty-two.
Jude stood frozen, as if carved from stone.
His broad chest heaved, the white jersey clinging to the broad lines of his tanned shoulders. He didn’t look at the scoreboard. He didn’t look at the celebrating opposition. He only stared at the grass, his head bowed as a single droplet of sweat or salt traced a path down his jawline.
The crushing weight of an entire nation’s expectations seemed to press physically into his spine, curving his posture into a silent ache.
Throughout the entire tournament, he had given everything to the England team. He had been one of their brightest players, the driving force behind so many of their victories and one of the main reasons the country had advanced this far.
They had come so painfully close, yet they were still so far away from the golden trophy they had all dreamed of lifting.
You leaned over the railing, the cold metal pressing against your ribs as you watched Jude.
When he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes were rimmed with a raw, shimmering red, desperation and grief entertwined. They searched the crowd with a desperate, magnetic intensity until they found you.
Your heart broke at the expression on his face.
You mouthed, I love you, before pressing your fingers to your lips and blowing him a kiss.
Jude’s mouth quirked into the ghost of a smile, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He gave you a single, sharp nod before his teammates swarmed around him, their faces masks of shared anguish.
As the stadium slowly began to bleed out its crowd, you navigated the concrete arteries of the arena and made your way down towards the pitch.
The scent of freshly cut grass and churned-up turf filled your lungs as you passed the lingering photographers and hollow-eyed players. Your focus narrowed to the man still standing in the centre of the storm.
BELLINGHAM stood out clearly across the back of his shirt.
You passed the other players, each of them carrying the same look of devastation. You offered what little comfort you could, giving their shoulders a gentle squeeze as you walked by.
Then, finally, you reached Jude.
You wrapped an arm around his waist and sank into his side, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder.
“You did so well,” you murmured encouragingly.
You didn’t care how sweaty he was or that his clothes were covered in grass. You had one mission and one mission only: to make your devilishly handsome boyfriend feel better.
“Not enough, it seems,” he said, his thick accent heavier beneath the exhaustion in his voice.
He leaned back against you, allowing you to support some of his weight. Then he turned in your arms and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“It was enough. Argentina are just a bunch of slimy fucks who probably paid to win,” you joked, hoping to coax even the faintest smile out of him.
Instead, Jude let out a loud, unexpected belly laugh.
Several of the players whipped their heads around, staring at him in disbelief. They clearly couldn’t understand how he could possibly be laughing at a time like this.
“You always know how to make me feel better,” he said, rubbing his cheek against yours without the slightest concern for the makeup he was smudging in the process.
“It’s my job.” You winked, running your hands slowly over his back in an attempt to offer him even more comfort.
“Yeah, and do you know what would make me feel much better?” he asked.
The teasing lilt in his voice immediately warned you that whatever was about to come out of his mouth wouldn’t be good.
“What?” you urged cautiously.
“Letting me take you back to the hotel and distract myself properly,” he murmured before kissing your temple.
“Oh, my God. To think I actually felt bad for you!” you shrieked, trying to push him away.
His grip around you tightened before you could escape. It was as though the two of you had been tethered together.
“You should feel bad for me, yesssss,” he whined dramatically.
He pulled back just enough for your eyes to meet.
“Please?” he continued, jutting out his bottom lip for added effect. “It would make me feel so much better.”
You tried to hold firm, but the hopeful expression on his face made it nearly impossible. With an exaggerated sigh, you finally gave him the answer he was waiting for.
His entire face brightened.
You rolled your eyes as he bent down and pressed a possessive, lingering kiss to your lips.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, the smug satisfaction in his voice making you regret your answer already.
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You swiped the key card over the sensor and waited for the soft click of the lock.
“Home sweet home,” you murmured, dragging your tired feet across the plush carpet as you stepped inside.
Jude followed closely behind you.
He had been unusually quiet since the car ride. Not completely withdrawn, but distant enough that you kept glancing back at him, trying to figure out what was moving behind those dark eyes.
The door shut with a weighty, echoing click.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
“Babe, do you want me to make you something to eat?” you asked, turning slightly towards him. “You haven’t had anything since before the match.”
Jude stepped closer until his chest brushed your back. He lowered his head onto your shoulder, his hair still damp from his post-game shower. His arms circled your waist loosely, warmth settling around you.
You felt him shake his head.
“You sure?” you asked again.
His voice was quiet and deep, vibrating against you.
You hesitated, resting your hands over his for a moment before gently pulling away.
“Okay. I’m going to take a quick shower.” You looked back at him as you walked towards the bathroom. “Wait for me.”
Something about the way he said it made your stomach tighten.
You closed the bathroom door behind you and stepped beneath the steaming water, allowing the heat to pour over your shoulders. You took your time washing away the sweat and exhaustion of the evening, scrubbing your skin until it felt clean and smooth beneath your fingertips.
Once you were finished, you covered your skin in your favourite sweet-scented lotion, smoothing it slowly over your arms and legs. Then you slipped into your buttery-soft pink robe, tying it loosely around your waist.
By the time you reached for the bathroom door, you felt refreshed.
Soft. Warm. Bare beneath the robe.
The bedroom had changed in your absence.
The main lights were off, leaving only the muted glow framing the headboard. Golden shadows stretched across the walls, and the city lights slipped through the curtains in thin, silver lines.
You stepped inside, and the faint sound of the door closing behind you seemed unnaturally loud.
Jude was sitting against the headboard, dressed only in his Calvin Klein underwear. One leg was stretched across the bed while the other was bent slightly, his arm resting lazily over his knee.
But there was nothing lazy about the way he was looking at you.
His eyes moved over you slowly, starting at your bare legs before travelling upwards to where the robe crossed over your chest.
You stopped at the foot of the bed.
The air suddenly felt heavier.
As though the distance between you had filled with something invisible and electric.
Jude’s teeth caught his bottom lip, his jaw tightening subtly as he watched you move around the bed.
You became painfully aware of everything…the quiet hum of the air conditioning, the cool carpet beneath your feet, the warmth still clinging to your skin.
They followed every movement you made.
“What?” you asked, trying to sound unaffected as your fingers tightened around the belt of your robe.
Jude didn’t answer immediately.
His gaze remained lowered for another moment before slowly rising to meet yours.
It wasn’t quite a request.
Your breath caught, but you lifted an eyebrow, refusing to make it that easy for him.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
You remained where you were, though every nerve in your body seemed to be pulling you towards him.
Jude tilted his head, studying you.
Then with a gentle, almost tentative motion, he extended one hand across the empty space of the bed, palm facing upward.
Yet it made the space between you feel almost unbearable.
“Come here,” he repeated, softer this time.
Your heart beat harder against your ribs as you finally placed your hand in his.
He pulled you onto the bed immediately and put you into a position that straddled his waist. His lips immediately met your shoulder blade, kissing along it as he found his way to your jawline.
“You smell so good”, He moaned.
Your hands instinctively rubbed over his stomach, unsure of where to go amid the hunger burning in him. You brushed your fingers through his happy trail, letting out a shaky moan when you felt the soft curls of his hair between your fingers.
“Thank you”, you tried whispering between breaths as he continued biting and sucking on your neck. He licked one that he bit pretty harshly before moving up to your face and giving you a soft bite on the lips.
He massaged your ass with firm palms, lifting you slightly so you could grind onto him, feeling the heat radiate from his body into yours.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your skin, biting softly on your lip and forcing your mouth open. His tongue slid in, exploring with familiar intimacy, the kind only you two shared after all this time.
You tried to respond, but words escaped you, lost amid his relentless tugging, sucking, and kissing.
It felt like there was more of his saliva in your mouth than your own…an intimate, messy testament to how much you’d surrendered in this moment.
He continued to touch and rub your body but, suddenly frustrated by your lack of skin contact, he pulled away in a swift motion.
Tugging at the ties of your robe, he let it slip from your shoulders, cold air meeting your bare skin.
You gasped softly, instinctively curling inward, feeling vulnerable yet exposed. Jude’s hands continued to trail along your body, looking at you as if seeing you for the first time.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice thick with awe, as his fingertips brushed over your breasts. His thumb brushed your nipple, making it stand even harder with a rough, urgent touch…more intense than the cold air.
“Stop teasing,” you muttered, arms bracing on either side of his knees, leaning back to give him more access as his hands cupped your flesh, kneading gently.
Jude’s gaze darkened, desperation flickering across his face. Before you knew it, he flipped both of you onto the bed, hovering above you with a fierce intensity.
“I love your body,” he breathed, pressing kisses along your sternum, saliva leaving trails on your skin as he moved lower and lower.
You moaned as he traced lower down your body, your breath catching every time he nibbled on your skin. You felt so sensitive already and didn’t know how much you would last with his languid torture.
He moved down to your pubis, sucking on the soft, fatty skin while breathing in your scent and pulling it between his teeth to suck a hickey onto it. It was as if he was trying to mark every inch of your body to gain some control over his day after the loss from the match.
He shifted down the bed, looking between your open legs as he stared at his final destination. He let out a puff of air and licked his lips, wetting them a bit so as not to chafe you and descended until he was hovering right over your clit.
From then on, it was a lose-lose game. Jude ate you like he was starving. At one point, you thought that maybe you should have indeed made him something to eat because it felt like he was going to have you for dinner instead.
He sucked on your clit, rolling it with his tongue before bobbing his head back and forth. He moaned, vibrations shooting right to your core, which made you moan even louder.
“Jude”, you whispered shakily, your legs widening to accommodate him as he continued the torturous onslaught of the most sensitive part of your body.
He licked a fat stripe along your clit, the rough paddings of his tongue making you shiver before he spat on it, getting your pussy slick with his saliva.
“You taste so fucking good”, he groaned, seemingly talking to himself as you were wound up too much in pleasure to even respond properly.
“Babe, please”, you uttered, and moved your hand from beside you in the bed to rest on the back of his head, gripping it softly while your hips rolled softly, grinding your pussy up into his mouth.
That action seemed to spur him on to lap your clit faster, moving his tongue up and down in a way as if he was flicking your clit like a light switch.
The louder your sounds were, the faster he went, forcing even louder moans out of your mouth.
“Babe, I can’t-” You hiccuped, which caused him to finally slow down and simply roll your clit with his tongue again. Making it seem as if he was French kissing you.
You could feel his saliva and your juices dripping down his chin as his mouth moved on you. It made you feel so embarrassed, but the thought of Jude being marked by you made you shiver.
He moved lower, coating everything on his way down with his saliva before thrusting the tip of his tongue into your hole.
You moaned loudly, closing your legs slightly as the sensation came out of nowhere.
It was so good; it was like you could feel him everywhere.
He took his time spitting, suckling, thrusting… at one point you felt even the tip of his nose brush along your hole.
And all you could do was take it.
Your moans came out in tandem with his. It was as if he was gaining more pleasure than you were, and when you felt the bed rocking excessively. You looked down and saw him grinding into the mattress
He was getting off to eating you.
He was completely enthralled.
“Babe, please, it's so much”, you begged, but he did not stop; it encouraged him to do even more.
He removed himself a bit to hover again and looked up at you as he slowly sank one of his fingers into your wet, hot and tight hole.
You gasped slowly while watching him; the look on his face was enough to make you cum.
He looked completely sex drunk. Ruined almost
His eyes were dilated, his lips red instead of pink, His hair falling onto his forehead, his chin completely wet, and his breathing was harsh. But it seems like all he can care about is watching you come undone beneath him.
He wasn't speaking, just staring as he moved his finger in and out of you. You moaned loudly as he curled his finger, making it rub on your sweet spot and moved your hips to meet his thrust every time.
In turn, he moved his hand down and took out his cock, stroking it while staring at your reactions. His bush on full display.
“I can help?” You offered, but he just shook his head and dove back down to suck on your clit before adding a second finger.
Pleasuring you while still stroking his cock
You were so strung tight, you felt like you were going to cum every fucking second of this continuous torture.
Gripping Jude's hair once more, you planted your feet into the bed and moved his head in fast-paced circles. Moaning loudly as you used him to get off.
“Fuck…. Fuckkkk… fuck” you moaned as you got closer, and closer and closer until it finally snapped and with a breathless moan you came.
You shivered; your legs shook repeatedly as his mouth continued to move on you, swiping his tongue all over your pussy as he further drenched it with his saliva.
You looked down at one point, and if you thought earlier was bad, then this sight took the cake.
Jude’s entire face was wet. You blushed and let go of his hair, motioning that you would help him now but gasping when you noticed that his cock and bush were completely coated in his own fluids.
“You came?” You asked, your red cheeks blushing brightly at the thought of him getting off on just eating you out.
“Yeahh”, He said breathlessly and stood up off the bed, taking the rest of his briefs off before turning to face you and stroking his cock.
It didn’t go down one bit; it was still standing hard. His tip a lighter shade of red than what you saw earlier, but it still looked angry.
Every stroke of his hand caused his thighs to shake a bit, showing that he did indeed cum before and is still sensitive to it.
“You tasted so good, I couldn’t help it.” He said while licking his lips, cementing the fact that he did indeed love eating you out.
You giggled and got on your knees, crawling over to him before sinking and blowing a little on his cock, causing it to jump in his hand.
“I’m going to clean you a little, because the next time you cum, I don’t want you to waste it”, you said in an airy voice, not giving him any time to reply before you sank and took his cock into your mouth.
The hard digit was covered in cum, a testament to how horny he actually was (which still baffles you because they lost the match). You moaned at the taste of him, a slightly salty taste with a hint of bitterness but completely manageable.
You moved your head back and forth, engulfing his tip with your lips before sinking completely until your nose brushed the trimmed hair of his bush, taking him all the way to the hilt.
You moaned around his cock, thoroughly enjoying pleasuring your boyfriend as he groaned above you. You looked up between your lashes, wanting to see his reaction as you pulled back and sucked him down again.
His bottom lip caught underneath his top teeth. His expression was borderline euphoric as he watched you thoroughly clean him up. You moved down to his balls, sucking them in your mouth and giggling softly when you felt how much his body twitched above you.
“Okay, now you’re just taking a piss out of me”, He joked and pulled away from you. Leaving you to pout in mock sadness as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him expectantly.
He walked up to you and pressed his thumb on your bottom lip, watching you suck the digit into your mouth “Fucking minx”, He muttered, as if talking to himself, as he moved his thumb in and out of your mouth.
“Yours”, You added on, closing your eyes as you sucked his thumb as if it was his cock
He groaned again and removed his thumb. Pushing you so you fell back on the bed softly. Bouncing up and down when your body hits the mattress.
“Well, I guess I’ll take what’s mine now”, He said and pulled your legs so your hips reached the edge of the bed.
You held the back of your knees and spread your legs as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your folds, as if to entice them to open up for him.
It was pretty slick between both of you, but he pulled back and let a dribble of spit drop from his mouth to soak you even more and rubbed it with his cock before slowly sliding his cock into you.
You moaned loudly as he sunk deeper. Slowly but surely, he was making sure all of his cock fit inside of your hole.
“So fucking tight”, He moaned and moved a little bit, ensuring you were comfortable before pulling back and fucking into you softly, shallow enough to the point where it didn’t hurt at all, but you still felt his heady cock inside of you.
The size of your boyfriend simply could not be hid.
You moaned as you watched him fuck into you, willing your hole to open more to accommodate his size.
“So big”, you said breathlessly as he fucked into you, picking his pace up the louder your moans got.
He moved to grip onto your hips as he shoved his cock impossibly deeper, watching your face to make sure pleasure was the only expression showing on your filters.
You felt so sensitive; you already came, and his movements were borderline overstimulating. You felt every nerve in your body stand up as he continued using your hole.
You felt the soft hair of his pubis brush onto you, and his balls smack the bottom of your pussy as he begins slamming into you harder. Clearly taking the time to go harder as your pussy has clearly taken shape to accommodate its only visitor.
“Gonna fuck you so hard and cum deep inside of you”, He groaned, teeth gnawing on his lip as he moved his left foot to plant onto the bed and fuck down deep into your hole,
“OH MY GOOOOD” You shouted, your hands moving from your knees to grip the sheets as he pounded into your pussy.
You can hear how wet your pussy is; the gushy wet sound is the only thing that could be heard if not for the constant smacking of skin on skin.
Your brain felt like it was going into overdrive. Your senses can’t fathom what was happening.
It was as if the loss of the match turned your boyfriend into a beast and the only thing he wanted. No needed. Was to make you lose your mind on his cock.
“Babe, I c-ca-can’t”, you moaned
“Yes, you can”, he gritted between his teeth. His sweat was dripping down his face and down his body as he continued carving your pussy into his personal fleshlight.
You bounced up and down the bed; the only thing keeping you from drifting with the bed was his grip on your hips,
You hear the bed creaking below you, knows for sure the hotel might get a call about the both of you in the morning.
Your head lolls to the side as spit slides out of your mouth. Your brain becomes fuck dumb as he continues his torture inside of you. You felt the telling burning sensation at the pit of your stomach, warning you that you were about to cum again, but before you could.
He pulled outside of you.
You whined, feeling betrayed. On the verge of tears from being denied the one thing you wanted.
You opened your mouth to complain, but a sob came out instead, followed by your tears.
You didn’t have enough time to calm yourself down before you felt yourself being lifted off the bed and held in the air. The cock that was once ripped from you is now back in and now feels like it was going to come out of your mouth.
“FUCCKKKKK”, you groaned, holding onto your boyfriend’s shoulders as he moved you up and down his cock like you were a rag doll.
“FUCCKKKKKK” You yelled and looked ahead of you, the blurring figures from your tears starting to make sense, and you came face to face with Jude’s sweaty face, his eyebrows pulled together in sheer determination as he fucks into you like a piston.
You moaned and moaned, the burning feeling coming back once again before you hiccupped and pulled Jude closer to your face, giving him a searing open-mouthed kiss filled with spit and tears as you came on his cock.
Your pussy gripped his dick so hard it wasn’t long before he was moaning into your mouth and you felt his cum paint the inside of your walls.
Both your ragged breaths were the only thing that could be heard in the room. You felt completely lightheaded. All the yelling and screaming finally caught up to you, and the room felt like it was spinning.
You rested your head on Jude’s shoulder.
He was still standing beside the bed, with you in his arms and your pussy still around his cock.
“Now I feel like the loss was worth it”, he whispered, causing you to giggle under your breath
“Stop, I'm trying to catch my breath”, you said breathlessly and pushed his face away.
He chuckled and sat backwards onto the bed, keeping his arms around you as you straddled his lap.
“No, but for real, I think that was the best sex we had”
“Shut up” You blushed and rested your head on his shoulder, needing some more minutes to calm down.
“Okay, but let me at least clean you up”, He mumbled and tried lifting you, but all you did was whine like a child.
“No, let’s stay”, you mumbled and wiggled your hips on his lap, willing your pussy to squeeze his cock with your walls.
“Don’t”, he said and slapped your right butt cheek so you could settle down.
You hummed, and that’s the exact way you fell asleep that night. Cockwarming your boyfriend to bed.
When you woke up the next morning, all clean in your boyfriend’s home jersey around you. All you could do was smile.
“Okay, maybe it was a good thing they did lose”.
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