the hype never stopped for jude bellingham. press conferences mixed into sponsored posts, people with earpieces tracked his every step, and expectation soared in heights only he could see. but on rare saturday afternoons, like this one, the sun slowly heading down, the city reduced to a distant noise.

you were already in his bed when he came back from the kitchen, phone lifted toward your face, a manchester united highlight reel playing muted on the tv. he dropped down beside you, sinking into the pile of pillows, close enough to feel the warmth of your body. you both started the morning with donuts, walked the park with coffees going cold in your hands, and now letting yourselves be pulled by the laziness of the day with nowhere to be.

he liked you best like this, relaxed and happy, wearing a worn t-shirt you clearly stole from his laundry basket the last time you visited. your eyes carried that sparkle he’d known for years. with you, he could be unfiltered and messy, knowing you’d already seen the worst of him and never had a pinch of judgment.

you scrolled through an account on his phone until you were both breathless with laughter, jude burying his face in a pillow to muffle the sound. when you copied his accent back at him, he threw a sock at your head, which you fought back by driving a cold foot into his ribs.

the conversation between you and jude carried. the topics were as different as the colors of the sunset outside his window, his teammate with an ego larger than the stadium they played in, the latest tiktok trends that had you both attempting ridiculous dances, and the playful jokes about his lack of a driver’s license despite his fame. somewhere in the middle of it, the conversation turned, toward relationships, and eventually, towards sex.

you had always been open about your disasters, like the guy who cried after three minutes or the college guy who wanted to roleplay, which you had no idea what that meant. jude half-listened and half-watched the ceiling fan turn slow, until he asked you about your best experience and your answer came back so unsure that he did a double take.

“what? you’re telling me none of them were even average?”

a flush bloomed on your skin, caught off guard by his curiosity. “didn’t say that. it’s just— not that deep, i guess.”

jude went quiet, small lines decorated between his brows and he rolled onto his side to face you. “ah, seriously. you’ve never even let anyone go down on you?”

you picked at a loose thread on his sheets, your eyes fixed somewhere below. “not really, no. why, you think i’m boring?”

“nah.” he watched you. “i’m just trying to understand.”

you didn’t answer, and the silence stretched, and that’s when he felt it, the genuine embarrassment. the urge to rethink rose in him, but something kept him in place. “so how far have you actually gone?”

your voice dropped to almost nothing, just a whisper. “not far. never actually— y’know done the whole thing.”

he pushed himself up on one elbow. “wait. really?”

you shrugged, eyes lifting to the ceiling. “never found the right person, or the right time.”

something shifted in the air between them, subtle and challenging. heat slowly crawled up the back of jude’s neck, he’d thought about you that way, only a few times, but not completely, until this exact moment when the full weight of what you’d said landed on him.

he bit the inside of his cheek, choosing his words carefully. “that’s mad. you’re amazing, you know that? anyone would be—”

“if you finish that sentence,” you said flatly, “i’m jumping out your window.”

he laughed, but it came out weaker than usual. “right. sorry.” he watched you for a moment longer, the way your lips parted slightly, and the fluttering of your lashes.

his arm shifted, feathering against your waist. he kept his voice casual, or trying to. “you ever wanted to? with someone you actually trust?”

you considered it and then met his eyes, your expression unclear. “maybe. yeah, i guess.”

his mouth went dry at your answer. just the two of you and the slow turn of the ceiling fan and the playlist faintly playing softly from his speaker.

“not to be a donut,” he said, voice dropping low, “but if you ever wanted to try it ... i wouldn’t fuck it up. i’d take care of you.”

you laughed, filled with the humor of his statement. “what, you offering to be my first?”

“just saying.” he kept his tone plafyul, but his thumb had already started moving, small and slow circles against the fabric of your shirt at your waist. “could do worse.”

it wasn’t a joke and you both knew it wasn’t a joke. the laughter faded and an emotion took its place, dangerous and wanting, pressed against the walls of the room.

you nodded with your cheeks burning. "i mean— alright, sure." the heat starting low in your belly had nothing to do with embarrassment.

jude’s dark eyes moved over your face, warm and focused, the same focus he brought to everything that mattered. he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull back, and pressed his mouth to yours. it was soft at first and then his hand curved around your jaw and he kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours, a low groan shaking in his chest. you tasted mint on his breath and felt the tickle of his stubble drag across your chin, and your fingers curled absentmindedly into the fabric of his shirt.

his hand moved to your breast, palm warm through the thin material, thumb tracing your nipple until it stiffened under his touch. he pulled back just far enough to look at you, his eyes dark and longing. “you’re already so eager,” he murmured, voice rough. “that’s good, that’s exactly what i want to see.”

clothes came off slowly, moving his hands gentle and patient, pausing whenever you tensed, waiting until you exhaled and softened again before moving further. when his fingers finally slipped between your thighs, they came back slick, and the sound you made was helpless, your hips pushing towards him before you’d decided to move.

jude exhaled through his nose, jaw tight with need. he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, then higher, and when his tongue finally found your cunt, he licked a long, slow stroke up through your folds, you gasped and grabbed a fistful of his curls without thinking.

he groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, and sealed his mouth around your clit. the wet sounds filled the room, and the scent of your juices mixed with the warm musk of his skin as he worked you with focus, noticing every pause of your breath, every clench of your thighs around his head.

he added one finger, then two, curling them forward until your vision blurred and your back arched off the mattress. “breathe,” he said against you, lips brushing you as he spoke. “i’ve got you. just breathe.” your inner walls gripped him, slick and tight. he kept his pace steady, until you shook, your hips bucking, thighs trembling, and a broken sound tearing out of your throat.

he didn’t stop, working you through it, slowing down only when you went weak and oversensitive beneath him, then pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee and moved back up your body.

when he finally lined himself up, his forehead dropped to yours. his breathing came weak now, as if he were second guessing himself. “look at me,” he said quietly. “you tell me if it’s too much. any point, yeah?”

you nodded and he pushed forward, slow, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time. the stretch burned, then bloomed into something fuller and sweeter than you’d expected, your body adjusting around him in real time. he stilled when you tensed, pressed his lips to your temple, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth. “you’re doing so well,” he breathed. “you feel incredible. just stay with me.”

when he began to move, it was with long, pulsing strokes, his weight balanced on one forearm beside your head, his free hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit again. the bed shifted beneath you, his breathing roughened as the room filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, his rough exhales, and the small desperate noises you couldn’t hide.

through a wave of pleasure, you managed to gasp out, “jude, i—”

he cut you off with a soft kiss, his hips rolling smoothly against yours. “shh, just feel it,” he murmured against your lips. “ please let go.”

he angled your thigh higher, opening you further, and drove deeper, and the sound you made then was something you’d never heard yourself make before. he answered it with a low, hoarse groan against your ear. “right there,” he rasped. “that’s it. i feel you clenching. such a sweet girl for me.”

his thumb moved faster as you clenched around him, helpless and desperate, as he swore under his breath, a rough and emotional sound, pressing his chest to yours, sweat coated skin against skin, and his heart hammering against your ribs. “you were made for this,” he breathed, the words soft and honest, removed of any boundaries. “no one else. j-just me.”

“jude,” you managed to gasp out between moans, “please don’t stop.”

he groaned in response, the sound low and real. “never,” he promised, his movements growing more sloppy as you both rushed towards the edge.

loud and desperate grunts pushed through the thick air as jude slammed his hips forward, his thick cock driving deep with every desperate snap. sweat slicked skin slapped against skin, the wet squelch of your mixed cum and slick coating his cock filling the room like a filthy song. “you’re so fucking perfect.” he rasped against your ear, voice left raw.

“i love you, fuck, so much,”

your body shook around him in a rush, your pussy clenching in tight pulses that milked every inch of him, hot waves of slick gushing out to soak his balls and the sheets beneath you. your vision breaking into black darkness behind your eyelids as you cried out. he groaned, low and wrecked, hips stuttering as he fucked you through every twitch, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside you, flooding you deeper with each thrust until you lay trembling and weak, thighs shaking around his waist.

the silence settled heavy and warm, broken only by the soft rush of night breeze through the open window, carrying the faint scent of nature. jude stayed buried deep, his broad chest exhaling against yours, each breath whispering heat across your neck and the damp space between your chest.

your fingers dragged slow lines down the outline muscles of his back, feeling them loosen under your touch, the faint shake in his frame highlighting the shock still pulsing through your core. the air kissed against your flushed, sticky skin, raising goosebumps where his cum leaked out around his softening length, warm liquid leaking down your ass.

his lips brushed your forehead, soft and wanting, the scrape of his stubble sending a new shiver straight to your overwhelmed clit. your heartbeats moved in sync, his against your ribs, yours pounding back through the afterglow.

jude eased up just enough to catch your gaze in the low light against the bed, his eyes dark and hooded, pupils blown wide with the same longing feeling still mixing between you. “you okay?” he murmured, voice rough, and one thumb stroking the sweat wetness of your cheek.

you nodded, shyly, with a smile tugging at your lips as you met his stare, your inner walls giving one last lazy flutter around him. “yeah,” you breathed, the words thick with satisfaction, your body still buzzing from the stretch and the mess he’d left inside you.

"hey jude?"

"yeah?"

“i love you too.”

the hype never stopped for jude bellingham. press conferences mixed into sponsored posts, people with earpieces tracked his every step, and expectation soared in heights only he could see. but on rare saturday afternoons, like this one, the sun slowly heading down, the city reduced to a distant noise.

you were already in his bed when he came back from the kitchen, phone lifted toward your face, a manchester united highlight reel playing muted on the tv. he dropped down beside you, sinking into the pile of pillows, close enough to feel the warmth of your body. you both started the morning with donuts, walked the park with coffees going cold in your hands, and now letting yourselves be pulled by the laziness of the day with nowhere to be.

he liked you best like this, relaxed and happy, wearing a worn t-shirt you clearly stole from his laundry basket the last time you visited. your eyes carried that sparkle he’d known for years. with you, he could be unfiltered and messy, knowing you’d already seen the worst of him and never had a pinch of judgment.

you scrolled through an account on his phone until you were both breathless with laughter, jude burying his face in a pillow to muffle the sound. when you copied his accent back at him, he threw a sock at your head, which you fought back by driving a cold foot into his ribs.

the conversation between you and jude carried. the topics were as different as the colors of the sunset outside his window, his teammate with an ego larger than the stadium they played in, the latest tiktok trends that had you both attempting ridiculous dances, and the playful jokes about his lack of a driver’s license despite his fame. somewhere in the middle of it, the conversation turned, toward relationships, and eventually, towards sex.

you had always been open about your disasters, like the guy who cried after three minutes or the college guy who wanted to roleplay, which you had no idea what that meant. jude half-listened and half-watched the ceiling fan turn slow, until he asked you about your best experience and your answer came back so unsure that he did a double take.

“what? you’re telling me none of them were even average?”

a flush bloomed on your skin, caught off guard by his curiosity. “didn’t say that. it’s just— not that deep, i guess.”

jude went quiet, small lines decorated between his brows and he rolled onto his side to face you. “ah, seriously. you’ve never even let anyone go down on you?”

you picked at a loose thread on his sheets, your eyes fixed somewhere below. “not really, no. why, you think i’m boring?”

“nah.” he watched you. “i’m just trying to understand.”

you didn’t answer, and the silence stretched, and that’s when he felt it, the genuine embarrassment. the urge to rethink rose in him, but something kept him in place. “so how far have you actually gone?”

your voice dropped to almost nothing, just a whisper. “not far. never actually— y’know done the whole thing.”

he pushed himself up on one elbow. “wait. really?”

you shrugged, eyes lifting to the ceiling. “never found the right person, or the right time.”

something shifted in the air between them, subtle and challenging. heat slowly crawled up the back of jude’s neck, he’d thought about you that way, only a few times, but not completely, until this exact moment when the full weight of what you’d said landed on him.

he bit the inside of his cheek, choosing his words carefully. “that’s mad. you’re amazing, you know that? anyone would be—”

“if you finish that sentence,” you said flatly, “i’m jumping out your window.”

he laughed, but it came out weaker than usual. “right. sorry.” he watched you for a moment longer, the way your lips parted slightly, and the fluttering of your lashes.

his arm shifted, feathering against your waist. he kept his voice casual, or trying to. “you ever wanted to? with someone you actually trust?”

you considered it and then met his eyes, your expression unclear. “maybe. yeah, i guess.”

his mouth went dry at your answer. just the two of you and the slow turn of the ceiling fan and the playlist faintly playing softly from his speaker.

“not to be a donut,” he said, voice dropping low, “but if you ever wanted to try it ... i wouldn’t fuck it up. i’d take care of you.”

you laughed, filled with the humor of his statement. “what, you offering to be my first?”

“just saying.” he kept his tone plafyul, but his thumb had already started moving, small and slow circles against the fabric of your shirt at your waist. “could do worse.”

it wasn’t a joke and you both knew it wasn’t a joke. the laughter faded and an emotion took its place, dangerous and wanting, pressed against the walls of the room.

you nodded with your cheeks burning. "i mean— alright, sure." the heat starting low in your belly had nothing to do with embarrassment.

jude’s dark eyes moved over your face, warm and focused, the same focus he brought to everything that mattered. he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull back, and pressed his mouth to yours. it was soft at first and then his hand curved around your jaw and he kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours, a low groan shaking in his chest. you tasted mint on his breath and felt the tickle of his stubble drag across your chin, and your fingers curled absentmindedly into the fabric of his shirt.

his hand moved to your breast, palm warm through the thin material, thumb tracing your nipple until it stiffened under his touch. he pulled back just far enough to look at you, his eyes dark and longing. “you’re already so eager,” he murmured, voice rough. “that’s good, that’s exactly what i want to see.”

clothes came off slowly, moving his hands gentle and patient, pausing whenever you tensed, waiting until you exhaled and softened again before moving further. when his fingers finally slipped between your thighs, they came back slick, and the sound you made was helpless, your hips pushing towards him before you’d decided to move.

jude exhaled through his nose, jaw tight with need. he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, then higher, and when his tongue finally found your cunt, he licked a long, slow stroke up through your folds, you gasped and grabbed a fistful of his curls without thinking.

he groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, and sealed his mouth around your clit. the wet sounds filled the room, and the scent of your juices mixed with the warm musk of his skin as he worked you with focus, noticing every pause of your breath, every clench of your thighs around his head.

he added one finger, then two, curling them forward until your vision blurred and your back arched off the mattress. “breathe,” he said against you, lips brushing you as he spoke. “i’ve got you. just breathe.” your inner walls gripped him, slick and tight. he kept his pace steady, until you shook, your hips bucking, thighs trembling, and a broken sound tearing out of your throat.

he didn’t stop, working you through it, slowing down only when you went weak and oversensitive beneath him, then pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee and moved back up your body.

when he finally lined himself up, his forehead dropped to yours. his breathing came weak now, as if he were second guessing himself. “look at me,” he said quietly. “you tell me if it’s too much. any point, yeah?”

you nodded and he pushed forward, slow, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time. the stretch burned, then bloomed into something fuller and sweeter than you’d expected, your body adjusting around him in real time. he stilled when you tensed, pressed his lips to your temple, your cheek, and the corner of your mouth. “you’re doing so well,” he breathed. “you feel incredible. just stay with me.”

when he began to move, it was with long, pulsing strokes, his weight balanced on one forearm beside your head, his free hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit again. the bed shifted beneath you, his breathing roughened as the room filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, his rough exhales, and the small desperate noises you couldn’t hide.

through a wave of pleasure, you managed to gasp out, “jude, i—”

he cut you off with a soft kiss, his hips rolling smoothly against yours. “shh, just feel it,” he murmured against your lips. “ please let go.”

he angled your thigh higher, opening you further, and drove deeper, and the sound you made then was something you’d never heard yourself make before. he answered it with a low, hoarse groan against your ear. “right there,” he rasped. “that’s it. i feel you clenching. such a sweet girl for me.”

his thumb moved faster as you clenched around him, helpless and desperate, as he swore under his breath, a rough and emotional sound, pressing his chest to yours, sweat coated skin against skin, and his heart hammering against your ribs. “you were made for this,” he breathed, the words soft and honest, removed of any boundaries. “no one else. j-just me.”

“jude,” you managed to gasp out between moans, “please don’t stop.”

he groaned in response, the sound low and real. “never,” he promised, his movements growing more sloppy as you both rushed towards the edge.

loud and desperate grunts pushed through the thick air as jude slammed his hips forward, his thick cock driving deep with every desperate snap. sweat slicked skin slapped against skin, the wet squelch of your mixed cum and slick coating his cock filling the room like a filthy song. “you’re so fucking perfect.” he rasped against your ear, voice left raw.

“i love you, fuck, so much,”

your body shook around him in a rush, your pussy clenching in tight pulses that milked every inch of him, hot waves of slick gushing out to soak his balls and the sheets beneath you. your vision breaking into black darkness behind your eyelids as you cried out. he groaned, low and wrecked, hips stuttering as he fucked you through every twitch, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside you, flooding you deeper with each thrust until you lay trembling and weak, thighs shaking around his waist.

the silence settled heavy and warm, broken only by the soft rush of night breeze through the open window, carrying the faint scent of nature. jude stayed buried deep, his broad chest exhaling against yours, each breath whispering heat across your neck and the damp space between your chest.

your fingers dragged slow lines down the outline muscles of his back, feeling them loosen under your touch, the faint shake in his frame highlighting the shock still pulsing through your core. the air kissed against your flushed, sticky skin, raising goosebumps where his cum leaked out around his softening length, warm liquid leaking down your ass.

his lips brushed your forehead, soft and wanting, the scrape of his stubble sending a new shiver straight to your overwhelmed clit. your heartbeats moved in sync, his against your ribs, yours pounding back through the afterglow.

jude eased up just enough to catch your gaze in the low light against the bed, his eyes dark and hooded, pupils blown wide with the same longing feeling still mixing between you. “you okay?” he murmured, voice rough, and one thumb stroking the sweat wetness of your cheek.

you nodded, shyly, with a smile tugging at your lips as you met his stare, your inner walls giving one last lazy flutter around him. “yeah,” you breathed, the words thick with satisfaction, your body still buzzing from the stretch and the mess he’d left inside you.

"hey jude?"

"yeah?"

“i love you too.”