dirty little secret
jude bellingham x alonso!reader
part 1 part 2
you exited your fathers office, huffing in annoyance, he just told you about the new deal he has in madrid, you guys were leaving germany but you grew to really like it, and then you guys were going back to spain, you couldn’t help but feel emotional.
you scroll through real madrid’s instagram account to see who lies within this popular team that your dad would die for, several posts about the teams new drills, new players, even a welcoming post for your dad; xabi alonso, of course. you saw a few familiar players such as hujisen, trent, vini, mbappe, even bellingham. you turn your phone off before you slump for bed, you already packed for this because you had a feeling your father was going to take the deal. you were so happy for him but you really hated sudden changes because it happened more often when you were younger, before your father retired from playing.
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you got off the private jet finally landing in madrid, the hot summer air filling your nose as you immediately feel hot, a private driver awaiting you outside the plane, putting your suitcases in the trunk, you shake your drivers hand as you enter the car, immediately falling in love with the spaniard views all over again— maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
you get settled in your bedroom, looking across the beautiful views, your father mentioned that there was a welcoming dinner, every person that is apart of real madrid will be there. you get changed in a beautiful body con dress that hugs all your curves in the right places, your music playing in the background as you fixed your hair in the mirror, no one can deny how beautiful you are. you walk out of your room, your heels clicking on the marble floored stair case that leads to the foyer, your father— being a gentleman of course, tells you that you look gorgeous, “if any of the boys try to hit on you, i will tell them that you are off limits, and i’m serious.” your father was always very firm, but occasionally had a soft spot for you, you were his baby.
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the dinner was gorgeous, the night breeze blows through the open windows, not too strong but enough to cool everyone down. you were always quiet so you never really socialized with many people, but the players of real madrid made you feel welcome. you sat next to dean and trent, since the dinner was for your father and them 2. they were very nice and made jokes with you. you sat across someone who looked like trouble though; bellingham.
he had a smirk that just pissed you off, something about him you just do not like, maybe it’s because he’s cocky; you just couldn’t put your finger on it honestly. “excuse me” you say as you got up from your seat to go to the bathroom, you went on your phone to text your friends back from germany, updating them on your current situation, until you felt someone bumping into you, “oh, i’m sorry” you say looking up, meeting eye contact with bellingham. “it’s okay, watch where you’re going next time” he says patting you on your shoulder before walking past you. that sentence alone bothered you, “okay buddy” you say scoffing at him, you heard his hefty footsteps stop, before continuing, thinking he was walking away until you felt him grab your shoulder and turns you around, “don’t touch me bellingham” you say before he cracks a smile, “you have an attitude… it’s kinda cute tho” he says towering over you, you felt your face get hot.
“whatever at least i had the decency of apologizing”
“you’re right, i’m sorry my queen” he says grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it, before turning away, his cologne eventually vanishing through the long hallway, you bit your lip nervously while you walk away.
you made it back to your seat, bellingham looking at you and smirking before you turn to dean, avoiding eye contact with him, your dads words just echoing in your head. “hey listen, we’re all going to the club after this, you wanna join?” he asks, his low eyes meeting with your eyes, “sure” you reply, planning your outfit in your head already.
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you entire the club in the heart of madrid, 2 am with the sound of the lively youth filling your ear drums, walking in between sweaty crowds of people, spotting dean talking to someone, assuming it was his friend from home. “hi!” you say as you greet him with a cheek to cheek kiss; which was normal in spanish culture. “ella es linda” (she’s cute) his friend says, “ella es la hija de mi jefe, desafortunadamente está fuera de mis límites.” (she’s my bosses daughter, unfortunately off limits.) “maybe it’s time for me to learn spanish” you say, trying to break the ice, you felt a strong grip on your shoulders as you turn around to see vini, mbappe, and bellingham, “hi guys” you say innocently, trent hands you an unopened corona, “do you have a bottle opener for me?” you ask, “oh shit i’m sorry i didn’t even think about that, didn’t wanna give you the wrong impression though” he says while scratching the back of his head. “it’s okay, i’ll show you guys a party trick i learnt in germany” you say while you grab their attention, opening the beer cap with your teeth, they all ooo in unison as you blush from the attention.
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you were all walking down the streets of madrid, it was 4 in the morning and you were with the same group, “you know i think i know where i recognize you from” dean says, grabbing everyone’s attention, including yours. “you were dating wirtz, right?” your face gets hot once again.
it was true, you were dating wirtz when your dad was the manager of leverkusen, weirdly enough your dad allowed it. “okay you guys caught me” you say giggling. “what you dated wirtz?!” bellingham says, you gave him a confused look, you were sure they were following each other on instagram, he posted you all the time. “what’s wrong jude, you jelly?” mbappe says, teasing him. “what— NO!” he says defensively as all of you guys giggle.
“okay okay i think it’s time for me to head home, ill tell you more about wirtz another day” you say before opening the uber app on your phone. “how’re you getting home?” vini asks, “just an uber-“ before you could finish your sentence trent interrupts, “what! no way, one of us can drive you home, where do you live?”
“6856 calle jardins del sol, but it’s fine, it’s kinda far anyway-” you reply “nonsense, it’s on the way to my house” bellingham says, you kinda giggle awkwardly, “are you sure i don’t wanna bother you” you oblige before he interrupts you again, “it’s fine seriously, our new manager would kill us anyway if we left his daughter to uber home anyway”
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you sat in the passenger seat, a bit awkward because you don’t really like bellingham, you waited until he was finished with his talking with his teammates, while you waited you sent your friend a quick text, updating her about the situation
you
bruh he’s so fuckinh hot, i hate that he’s just so annoying
also he’s driving me home rn 😝😝
marina
WHOOO GIRL
lily
JUDE DUH
marina
ofc
you heard the car door open as you slowly swiped out of the chat, not making it obvious that you were talking about him. “you ready?” his brum accent made the vibe relax a little, you hum in agreement as you just look outside the window, playing with your hair, occasionally getting flashbacks of jude kissing your hand.
“so, wirtz huh? how was that like?” bellingham broke the silence, you roll your eyes but not wanting to be rude you decided to open the subject more, “yeah me and wirtz dated, it was great honestly he’s a good man”
“yeah, how did that even happen, your dads like super overprotective of you— no offence of course—“
“my dad only trusted wirtz because he was the only guy to prove to my dad that he was still respecting him and me, he never held my hand in front of my dad, never tried to kiss me because he respected him, but wirtz did everything in his power to make me happy, buy me luxurious clothes, gifts in general, greeted me by kissing my hand first before anything, basically just was very chivalrous in front of my dad and even when we were alone” you responded bluntly, you didn’t wanna keep anything secret, they were going to find out one way or another
“yeah but your dads first rule, well he said it to guler and modric because they are trustable, was to never go for you, ever. what happened between you and wirtz if you don’t mind me asking” his question felt like a little wound with salt being rubbed on it, you hated talking about it because deep down, you know wirtz is okay with or without you.
“we didn’t see a future with each other. he never wanted to take a bigger step, never had the intention of marrying me, nothing.” truth was just spilling out at this point. “my dad was overprotective because he didn’t want me to have my heartbroken like that again. anyway, how did you guys know about the rule?” you asked trying to make the situation lighter, “well one of the players, not gonna say who, said you were bad as fuck, they were stalking your account and i won’t lie to you y/n, most of us chimed in with agreements. you’re a bombshell” he says in a light chuckle, you caught yourself smiling a bit. “yeah so modric overheard and immediately told us to fuck off, that you were off limits”
“yeah modric has been in my life since my dad has been playing in madrid, he always took care of me when my dad was busy, always playing with me on the field or something” you giggle, thinking about those memories. he was also overprotective of you, because he respected your father in many different ways.
you were almost at your house, big lights flashing on outside the property, the sky was turning light now. jude stopped right outside your house. you thanked him once again before you opened the car door and got out. you were almost at the stairs of your house until you heard jude call out your name, thinking you forgot something,
you went to his side of the car, avoiding waking the neighbours by his loud voice, “by the way, i would’ve preferred it if you called me hot to my face” he says before driving off, leaving you shocked in your spot.
little asshole
part 1
part 2 coming soon
