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liked by user1, user2, user3, user4 and 568,463 others caption: trouble in paradise? reports are showing it’s now the third game in a row that y/n y/l/n, jude bellingham’s girlfriend, has missed. has something happened behind the scenes? a break up, perhaps? 🌶️👀

user1: he’s finally free 😫 -> user2: lol stay delusional, he’d never give you a chance

user3: why would he stay with someone who’s never at his matches anyways?? -> user4: lowkey you have a point…….

user5: maybe if she showed up and actually supported her man……. -> user6: she has a career to focus on too 🫩

user7: it’s no one’s business if they broke up 😭

user8: icl, y’all all our here simping for jude if they broke up, i want y/n…. -> user9: she’s kinda mother though 👀 -> user10: hot as fuck with a career too 😮‍💨😮‍💨 -> user11: i’d be at her ward for every minor inconvenience tbh

“i can do two hours overtime at best tomorrow,” y/n said, tapping her bed against her leg.

her stethoscope sat round her neck, as it usually did, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, clipboard in hand.

“can we push it to three?” doctor simmons winced, “i know you need to watch your boyfriend play, but we’re struggling out here,”

she sighed, closing her eyes.

she’d promised jude that she’d at least watch the match, even if she couldn’t be there, but an extra hour of overtime meant she’d almost certainly miss it.

“please?”

y/n’s eyes opened again at the tone in his voice. they really needed her.

“…fine,” she pinched the bridge of her nose, “you owe me for this one!” she turned on her heel, marching back into her ward as another patient was wheeled in.

it wasn’t until later that evening, when she was finally free of her duties, that y/n saw the post.

she never usually gave the time of day to gossip blogs - they were always stirring up drama in places it didn’t need to me, twisting truths and spreading misinformation.

but then, she was jude’s face plastered over the post.

trouble in paradise?

“give me a break,” y/n muttered under her breath, the corny title making her scowl as she shoved her phone back into her pocket.

it was no one’s business about their relationship either way, but that wasn’t why y/n was pissed off. in truth, there was trouble in paradise.

she’d noticed the replies from jude getting shorter at shorter every match she missed, his smile getting less wider whenever she face timed him.

but again, it wasn’t the business of gossip blogs.

y/n had made it more than clear that she’d not stop her job for this relationship - being a doctor had been her dream for years. she wasn’t going to let it go in the name of being a WAG.

“hey baby,” y/n smiled, a bagel hanging from her mouth as she grabbed her coat from the breakfast bar.

“hi,”

jude had come back from the match in the early morning, joining her in her when she was already asleep.

he looked tired, lifting his coffee from the side and brining it to his lips, the steam drifting upwards and curling. y/n was too busy to notice, searching for her car keys.

“where are they?” she muttered, eyes flicking to the time on her phone.

shit.

“in your hand,” jude mumbled, taking another sip of his coffee as he watched her realise.

“crap,” she said, pocketing them along with her phone, “i’ve got to run, the ward’s going to be busy as fuck-,”

“you coming to the match next week?”

y/n paused. she hadn’t expected that question.

“i…i’ll have to check if i can find the time,” she swallowed, watching his blank expression.

of course she did. it was always about whether she was free, and never that she wanted to go see him. he felt like an afterthought.

“right,”

“baby, i promise i’ll try make it-,” she out her coat down, stepping towards him, her fingers just grazing the side of his cheek before he turned his head.

“y’said that last time,” jude muttered, raising his eyebrows, unimpressed, as he took another sip of his coffee.

“jude, i have work-,”

“you have a boyfriend too,” he turned back to her, “i’m not an afterthought, y/n!”

y/n swallowed, his voice raising slightly, his grip on his mug tightening so hard, he was sure it could crack under the pressure.

he was hurt.

she could see the hurt in his wide eyes, before he swallowed, turning his head again.

“why do i even bother,” jude laughed bitterly, turning on his heel towards the stairs.

“jude-,”

y/n paused. it was either going after jude, or getting to work late, and she couldn’t afford that.

with a sigh, she gathered her things again, turning to the door.

his words filled her head, taunting her, almost.

why do i even bother?

she didn’t understand them. why did he bother trying to explain? or, why did he bother dating her? or…

her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she drove towards the hospital.

it wasn’t like she was putting off seeing him on purpose.

the ward had been fuller, these past few weeks. accident season, as y/n called it. they just needed her to help hold down the place.

y/n had come home late that day, her stuff in her arms, tired.

she’d planned out what she was going to say to jude; the explanation, the apology, the sweet kisses…

but he wasn’t home.

“jude?” she stepped into the kitchen, eyes darting round the space. nothing.

she tried the living room, their shared bedroom. still, nothing.

frowning, y/n took her phone from the kitchen island, opening it. and there it was, the notification glaring back at her:

jude: hey, staying with my mum for a few days before the match. couldn’t call. sorry.

y/n blinked.

of all the texts he’d ever sent her, she’d never read something so…un-jude-like.

he’d always been a fond user of emojis - the red heart being his favourite, but this message? void of any. it was like he’d typed it, half-arsed, an excuse he wanted to send her.

y/n hadn’t messaged him much since. the ward had been even busier - she ended up returning home later than usual each day.

their conversations got shorter and shorter, and jude stopped face timing her.

every time he did, he’d get the same excuse.

“hi baby, could you call later? i’m on my way to the ward,”

but whenever he did call her later, she wouldn’t pick up. as always, work took priority for her.

“hi darling,” y/n walked quietly into one of the more quieter rooms.

the tv was on in the background, on low volume, as the old lady in the bed looked up. she was a kind woman, with a sweet face that warmed with a smile when she saw y/n.

“hi dear,” she watched as y/n walked beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“how’re you feeling?”

“good,” the woman smiled, “how about you?”

y/n swallowed. jude came to mind straight away. god, she missed his perfect face.

“i’m alright too,” she said, shaking the thoughts away, “you had dinner?”

she nodded. “compliments to the chef,” her eyes twinkled, “dear, could you ask if they have more channels? all that’s been on this evening has been this football,”

y/n followed her hand, pointing to the screen.

jude.

his face flashed onto the screen, his hand covering his mouth as he leaned over, saying something to his teammate.

y/n hadn’t realised how long it had been since she’d seen his face.

he was smiling too, eyes twinkling as he walked off pitch.

they’d won, probably.

the camera followed as he walked over, his mother beaming at him in the stands.

but what caught her attention was the woman beside his mother. y/n had never seen her before. nor had jude told y/n about her.

she had a wide smile on her face as jude pushed himself onto his tip toes, pressing a kiss to her cheek. dangerously close to her lips.

y/n tensed.

“dear?”

her attention was snapped back to the old woman, who had been watching her quietly.

“is everything okay?”

“oh, yeah,” she nodded, shaking the thoughts from her mind, “i’m okay,”

“that footballer caught your eye?” the lady smiled, looking back to the screen, where jude was, now standing opposite a reporter, “he’s quite handsome,”

y/n laughed, her face heating up.

“shame, i think that young lady was his girlfriend,” the old lady shook her head.

y/n swallowed again, her hands unconsciously balling into fists.

girlfriend.

the word left a bitter taste on her tongue.

“maybe she is,” y/n forced herself to laugh, a smile on her face, “listen, i’ve got to head back to the ward to make sure dr simmons is all good, okay?”

the woman nodded.

“i’ll come back and visit you before i leave,” she gently squeezed the old lady’s hands, turning her back to her.

the tv caught her eye again.

“no girlfriend in that stands today? watching at home?” the reporter had asked, the question seemingly innocent enough.

she noticed the way his jaw ticked at the question.

“…no,” jude swallowed, forcing himself to smile.

y/n shut the door.

y/n barely remembered the drive home. the whole way, the interview played out in her head.

no.

not “she’s working”, or “she couldn’t make it”.

by the time she’d unlocked the front door, she was exhausted, angry, and far too hurt to cry. 

by the third day, she’d almost convinced herself she was overreacting. almost.

the front door clicked open just after eight that evening.

“i’m home,” 

jude’s voice echoed through the hallway, no answer drifting back from any of the rooms as he toed off his trainers, wandering towards the kitchen.

y/n was chopping vegetables, her knife way too big for such a small job, a lot more force going into each slice than usual.

jude leaned against the doorway, arms folded.

y/n didn’t even look up.

“baby?” 

nothing.

“y/n,”

the knife stopped, and y/n looked up, her expression unreadable.

“so..?” he blinked, eyebrow raised. 

“who’s the woman?” 

“what?” jude’s brows drew together as he frowned, his voice filled with genuine confusion.

“the one you kissed after the match,”

“oh, her,”

“her,” y/n echoed, that one word being enough to make her scowl for a split second.

“it wasn’t-,”

“don’t,” she lifted the knife again, not threatening, just enough to make him know she wasn’t messing around, “who is she?”

“an old friend,” jude put his finger on the edge of the knife, lowering it gently.

“you never told me about her,”

“didn’t know she was going to be there,” he shrugged, dropping his kit bag onto the floor, a very clear smirk on his face, “you’re overreacting-,”

that pissed her off.

“i’m overreacting?” y/n put the knife down, her voice low, “i’m not the one who went on live television and told the world i had no one watching at home or in the stands,”

jude swallowed, the smirk wiping from his face.

he could tell she was serious, a scowl on her face, every word like a direct attack on him. it was kinda hot.

y/n’s gaze followed his hand as it dropped from his side, not-so-subtly moving over his crotch. she blinked. there was no way this man was real…

“are you serious?”

“what?” jude’s voice was tighter, choked almost as he adjust his shorts, almost defensive.

“i’m pissed as fuck at you,” y/n pointed an accusing finger over the island at him, “and you’re covering a fucking boner?” 

the way she said it, like he was pathetic.

it was embarrassing to admit the thrill that jumped through him at her condescending tone.

“‘m not covering anythin’,” his voice was stuffy as he pushed down harder, palm splayed over his crotch. 

“if there’s one thing i know about, it’s anatomy,” y/n folded her arms over her chest, “don’t lie to me again,”

jude nodded.

as much as it pissed y/n off, the look on his face sure was…something. his eyebrows pulled together, eyes wide, hand desperately moving to cover his growing boner.

she hadn’t even realised he’d moved closer, leaving over the island, lips half pouted.

“i’m not kissing you,” 

“y/n,” he groaned, pushing himself back so he wasn’t leaning towards her anymore, “‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to do that,” 

she rolled her eyes. his whining wasn’t gonna fool her.

she dropped the chopped vegetables into the bowl, moving round to his side of the island to drop the dishes into the sink.

“you accidentally kissed some random girl?”

“on the cheek!”

“a kiss is a kiss,” y/n scrubbed at the dishes in the sink, wiping the juices of the vegetables clean.

jude almost whined again, his breath hot on the back of his neck, hands coming to the side of her body.

she was in a loose t-shirt and baggy joggers, jude’s chin dropping to rest on her shoulder, pressing a hot kiss to her neck.

as angry as she wanted to be at him, y/n could feel her own  body responding to him, her breath catching in her throat and neck unconsciously moving to the side to give him more access.

“go upstairs,” y/n stepped to the side, pulling away from his hot, desperate lips, “i’ll be there soon, okay?”

jude was painfully hard in his shorts now, her wanted nothing more than to take her over the island right then and there, but he knew better then to argue with her.

his hand lingered on her waist for a split second, only letting go when he had to.

of course, jude was upstairs when she got there. 

the sight would’ve been absolutely hilarious if y/n wasn’t pissed at him.

jude was sat on the edge of the bed, eyes wide and lips slightly swollen from biting down on them, his hands in his lap, covering his painfully hard dick.

she nodded. 

“good,” 

his head perked up at the word, watching as y/n moved forwards, walking towards him.

her hand came to his jaw, pulling his face up, just like he did to her when he was pissed.

god, he was pretty.

y/n leaned down, her lips meeting his almost immediately. 

the desperation was evident in the way jude moved, his tongue pushing past her lips, moving into every crevice possible, his arms coming to wrap round her.

he tasted like mint, eyebrows drawn together in pleasure as he deepened the kiss impossibly further.

the thick, heavy outline of his cock straining against his shorts was evident as she reached a hand down, palming over the bulge as he moaned into her mouth.

“ahh- fuck,” jude gasped, the kiss breaking as his head fell back.

his hands were either wide of his thighs, fisting at the duvet to stop himself from grabbing her right there, his hips bucking and twitching against her hand.

“you’re so hard, aren’t you, hm?” y/n cooed, her voice taunting as she squeezed, his thick cock jumping slightly, a loud moan leaving his mouth.

“it’s f’you, it’s all for you,” jude gasped, eyes screwed shut, “‘m so hard for you,”

“yeah? all for me?” she echoed his words, her other hand pulling the waistband of his shorts forwards so she could grab him properly.

“oh fuck- its f’you, it is, i swear,” jude choked out.

he didn’t expect her to grab him, her hand hot against his throbbing dick, veins popping along his perfect shaft.

that was one thing about jude that pissed y/n off.

he dick was big, it was addictive, and god did he know it.

“jerk off for me,” 

jude’s eyes shot open as y/n let go, his hand jumping to her wrist at the loss of contact.

“y/n, please, i need you,” he tugged on her arm, dick twitching in his lap, pathetic.

“let go,” she said, his hand reluctantly releasing her arm, “good. now jerk it off. you did this to yourself,”

cruel. she was absolutely cruel.

jude stared at her, slowly taking himself into his own hand. it didn’t feel as good as hers.

“go on,” 

he swallowed, watching as y/n stepped back, his hand slowly moving up and down along his dick.

it twitched in his palm, barely, a series of soft whines leaving his lips.

he tried closing his eyes, imaging it was y/n’s hands. nothing. hers were softer, nothing like his,

he tried keeping them open, looking over her pretty face, imagining it was her mouth. still nothing. she was just…better.

“y/n, please,” jude tried moving his hand faster, spreading his pre-cum from his tip down his shaft for some sort of lubricant. it barely did anything, “you’re s’much better, need you, baby,”

y/n hummed, watching him. god, what a pathetic sight.

her hands came to the waistband of her joggers, dropping them down to her ankles and kicking them off, her t-shirt and bra following too.

the cool air hit her body as she straightened, jude’s hand speeding up.

it was good, but god, he wanted the real thing.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful- ah, i need you, baby, please, i learnt my lesson,” he whined.

“did you?” y/n let her panties follow too, kicking them off her ankles into the pile with her other clothes. jude swallowed, eyes wide.

“i did,” he nodded frantically, “i won’t do it again, fuck, i just wanted to make you jealous,”

y/n hummed. she wasn’t quite satisfied with that answer yet.

her pussy glistened as she brought two fingers to her lips, spreading them open for him to see.

his gaze dropped down to her sweet core, glistening with arousal, like a flower covered in rain. y/n bit down on her lip, hoping she wasn’t giving away just how hot the sight in front of her was.

she hummed, watching as he stared at her with dark eyes, his hand moving pathetically along his dick, desperate for friction, moans leaving his pretty lips every few seconds.

an almost pitiful little whine left jude’s lips as she slid a finger into her hole, an exaggerated moan leaving her lips as her head tipped back.

y/n watched as he squeezed his eyes shut, hips jerking into his own hand.

“no, eyes on me baby,” she said, pushing another finger into herself, “keep them open,”

she imagined it was his, thicker and longer, curling it just like he usually did.

“oh fuck, baby don’t tease,” jude whimpered, hips bucking i to his hand desperately, “s’pretty, fuck, i need you. i won’t be stupid again, i swear,”

“and?”

“and you’re the-the only girl i want,” jude was rambling, now, his words almost coherent, “please,” 

that was enough.

she moved forwards, pulling her fingers gently from her pussy, til her legs brushed against his.

“you promise you won’t do it again?”

“promise,” 

y/n pressed her hand flat to his chest, pushing him back until his back hit the mattress, moving to hover over his dick.

jude’s breath hitched, the warmth of her sweet core so close, teasing, almost.

“please,” he gasped, hands coming to her hips.

y/n sank down onto him, his tip stretching through her as they both moaned, the sounds coming out in a sweet symphony.

it felt like she was splitting herself in half on his thick cock, sinking down onto him.

her hot pussy enveloped his dick, her sweet juices coating him from tip the shaft til she was all the way down.

“oh fuck, that’s it,” y/n moaned, head thrown back as he twitched inside of her.

she leaned forwards, resting on her knees as she lifted herself up, leaving just his tip inside of her, before she sank back down.

jude whined, a high-pitched, pathetic sound, his hands coming to her waist.

“oh baby-,” jude gasped as she did it again, his tip slamming into her cervix as she set a rhythm, bouncing on his dick.

“i’ve got a job, jude,” y/n spoke, her breath hot against his cheek, “look at me,” 

jude whined, forcing himself to open his eyes.

“i can’t come to every game on a whim, alright? i understand you’re, fuck, pissed because it’d been a while,” 

he responded with a moan.

“but i’m trying, okay?”

jude nodded frantically, his hips jerking to meet hers as she bounced, his body burning with pleasure.

he could’ve finished right there and then if he wanted to.

y/n moaned again as his head hit that sweet, spongy spot inside of her, the room filled with the lewd, wet sounds of their sex.

“jude,” 

he made a sound, somewhere between an acknowledgement and a moan.

“m’legs hurt,” y/n mumbled, her voice quiet.

he blinked.

“your legs-?”

“don’t make it a big deal,” her bounces slowed slightly, becoming messier as he swallowed. 

both of them let out a soft breath as she pulled off of him, letting jude turn her onto her back quick, sliding his dick back into her.

“fuck,” y/n moaned, eyes fluttering closed again as he sat comfortably inside of her.

jude had her knees pushed to her chest, his dick buried to the hilt, filling her to the brim.

“‘m sorry for bein’ stupid earlier,” he leaned down, lips dragging down her neck and collarbone as he set a rhythm, sloppy but better than hers.

his chain hung from his neck, hovering over her face, his hips snapping against hers.

“ah, right there,” she gasped, head pushed back into the mattress as he sped up, slamming into that same spot again and again.

the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin and their moans, mixed together.

“so beautiful, so fucking pretty,” he rasped, slamming into her, “that pretty face,” he pressed a hot kiss to her neck.

he kept his rhythm til his tip slammed into her cervix, setting a quick, deep pace in and out of her.

it was almost too much, her body shaking as she drew closer to her orgasm, a few sloppy, messy thrusts and his hand dropping down between her legs to rub hot circles into her clit-

“fuck, fuck, fuck- jude!” y/n cried out, eyes rolling back as her vision went white.

jude kept on going, fucking her through her orgasm with long, deep thrusts.

“‘m so close, baby,” he gasped into her neck, lips dragging down her hot skin, “y’feel so good, oh fuck-,”

jude pushed all the way into her, his cum spurting out in thick, hot ropes inside of her as he moaned, face buried in her neck.

he moaned into the crook of her neck, his arms that had previously been braced either side of her head now wrapped tightly round her.

“‘m sorry,” jude mumbled again, his voice soft, “for being a dick about your work,” 

“you don’t need to keep apologising, baby, it’s okay,” y/n said, biting on her lip to hide a smile. he genuinely was sorry.

“i know, just want you to know,” he muttered into her neck, fiddling with the necklace on her collarbone.

y/n smiled to herself.

“what about we shower, then talk out schedules, hm?”

jude looked up. “i’d like that,”

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can’t say i’m a fan of this tbh.